Unsaid

You just sat there, like you didn't hear me.

So I repeated the question:

Tell me about the best day of your life.

You lifted your head and looked me in the eyes, a silent acknowledgement. You dropped your head again and fiddled with your fingers.

In a flat tone, you finally responded:

I can't. It hasn't happened yet.

You lifted your head and looked me in the eyes, a silent pleading to a question you never asked.