Book of Thoughts

Question

I had this question within my head and I knew I just had to ask it — like a loose thread on your sweater that you can't resist to pull. I asked you.

'Do you love me?' I asked

In your hesitation, I found my answer.

Now I regret asking you such, I never knew it will hurt this much. I never knew it would break my heart. And I would've never known that you're not the one for me and I'm not the one for you. Everything fell apart within that one question. Everything fell apart with your one little hesitation. Thanks for letting me know that I shouldn't waste more of my time on you.