You’re Not the Type to Say Yes Easily

You came, and that changed everything.

You’re not the type to say yes easily.

Not the kind to move without a reason,

or follow someone into the dark

just because they asked.

And yet—

When I sent you that message,

bare, unedited,

the kind of request that felt too soft to survive the night,

You replied in under a minute.

“Sure,”

you said,

as if it wasn’t the middle of a foreign city,

as if I wasn’t asking for more than a walk.

I read your answer again and again,

not for what it said,

but for everything it refused to question:

Where?

Why now?

Are you sure?

Do you mean me?

You asked none of it.

And that silence

—yours—

told me more than permission ever could.

You came.

And in doing so,

you unfastened something in me

that had long stopped hoping

for simple kindness

without a price.