When we’re together, he always asks me,

“What do you want?”

And it catches me off guard every single time.

No one has ever asked me that—

not really.

It was always about what they could take,

never about me.

So his question feels like stepping into uncharted territory.

I don’t know how to answer.

Do I tell the truth?

Or do I say the thing that will please him?

But his eyes don’t let me lie.

They strip me open,

breaking my walls down,

making me spill what I’m trying to hold back.

So I tell him.

Every little thing I want to do to him.

And he listens.

And he lets me.

And for the first time,

what I want feels like something worth saying.

Funny how all this happens in a moment.