I could've pushed.
I could've asked.
But for some reason…
I didn't.
Maybe it was because I was afraid of the answer.
Maybe it was because I didn't want to assume.
So instead, I let it go.
I ignored the weird feeling in my chest.
I ignored the nagging suspicion in the back of my mind.
I ignored it all.
Because if I was wrong— If the letter wasn't for me— I didn't want to know.
