Every time the truth climbed your throat and you swallowed it back down. every question you dodged with a smile. every night you cried alone because no one asked when you were ready to answer.
One safe place. one person. one moment where you do not have to edit your pain.
The first time someone asks and you do not flinch.
The tears you saved for the dark. they are not shame. they are just waiting for permission.


