You never asked.
In your not asking, I have my answer.
When it’s all about you with never a queery about me, I have my answer.
This isn’t assumption; it’s an observation.
I waited for you to ask and you didn’t. Not once.
You spoke a thousand words to give me the answer I already knew.
➵ It’s probably the most honesty I have ever taken away from one of our conversations.
Take good care.