“HE ASKED A QUESTION EVERY LOVER FORGETS TO ASK.” There was a night when Hank Williams picked up his guitar and didn’t play to the crowd — he played to the silence between two hearts. He leaned into the mic and asked softly, “Have I told you lately…?” The rest of the line drifted like smoke, unfinished, but everyone in the room felt what came next. It wasn’t a love song. It was a reckoning — a man realizing that love doesn’t vanish in anger or time, but in the quiet moments when we forget to say what keeps it alive. His voice cracked, not from pain, but from memory — as if each word carried someone he once lost. Hank never explained the song. He didn’t have to. The way he sang it was enough — part prayer, part confession, part goodbye. And to this day, that unfinished question still lingers… waiting for someone brave enough to answer it.
“HE ASKED A QUESTION EVERY LOVER FORGETS TO ASK.” “Have I told you lately that I love you?” — simple…