Unspoken

Unspoken episode 2

Episode Two – The Question That Wasn’t

This morning started the same way it always does.

My phone lit up with his name and those familiar words:

Good morning pretty. How was your night?

I smiled before I even opened it.

Splendid, I replied, because that’s always my answer. He says it makes me sound dramatic, but I like the way it makes him laugh.

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But last night was different.

We were chatting like usual, talking about random things — nothing deep, nothing serious — when suddenly he typed:

“I wanted to ask you something… but I’m not sure if this is the right time.”

I froze. That wasn’t his usual tone.

“What is it?” I asked immediately.

A pause. I could almost imagine him thinking about it, deciding if he should say it.

Then he replied: “I’m kidding.”

Just like that.

Like he hadn’t just dropped something into my mind that would keep me up all night.

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We’re always doing this — dancing around the edge of something unspoken. He already told me once that he likes me, but after that, nothing about dating, nothing about “what are we doing.” And I can’t ask. It’s not me.

So instead, we hide behind little jokes.

He says he’ll find me a “serious guy.” I tell him I’ll find him a “patient girlfriend.” We act like it’s all just fun.

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Of course, we fight too.

Little things — like when I ask something random and he says, “That’s a silly question.” It’s harmless, but it still annoys me. I reply slower, shorter, making sure he knows I’m not in the mood.

And somehow, we always end up back where we started.

One of us breaks the silence with a casual message, and the cycle starts again.

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But last night’s almost-question?

That’s different. It’s still sitting in my head this morning, right there next to his Good morning pretty.

Because I can’t stop wondering…

What was he going to say ?