I swore I’d never be the kind of person who argued about laundry. But there we were, fighting over socks like it was life or death.

I swore I’d never be the kind of person who argued about laundry. But there we were, fighting over socks like it was life or death.

I rolled my eyes, you muttered under your breath, and for a second it felt ridiculous. Then later, I noticed—you’d folded mine anyway. Even matched the pairs. I laughed, because that was your way of saying ‘I love you’ without saying it. And instead of picking another fight, I just said, ‘Thanks.’ You smiled, like that’s all you needed to hear. I use an app called quiet effort. It keeps me from letting small fights drown out the small love that’s everywhere.