The Part of me she never asked about

Real love doesn't ignore your wounds-but it doesn't make them the price of being loved either.

The part of me she never asked about was the reason everyone else left.
Not because she didn't notice-it was impossible not to.
But she didn't touch it. She didn't prod. She didn't offer answers I wasn't ready to give.

She only asked if I was hungry.
She only asked if I was tired.

Everyone before her wanted timelines. Reasons. Confessions. Apologies.

She wanted nothing.

And somehow, that felt like love.

It was terrifying, how much power she had without ever demanding it.

The part of me she never asked about began to trust her anyway.

She never asked about the worst night.
Not because she didn't see it-but because she understood what asking would cost me.

And in that quiet understanding, the storm inside me-the parts I thought no one could touch-started to settle.

This is the story of Nicole and Diane, of a love built not on fixing each other, but on staying. A story about healing, family, second chances, and finding home in the person who chooses you every day.