You know what hurts the most? Not the fights. Not the long days where we barely speak.

You know what hurts the most? Not the fights. Not the long days where we barely speak. What hurts is when I do something quietly for us, and it feels invisible.

I remember fixing the sink at midnight so you’d have water in the morning. I folded your laundry even though mine was still in a pile. I sat in traffic just to grab your favorite dinner before you came home. None of it asked for thanks, but silence—silence builds into walls. The other night, you just looked at me and said, ‘Thanks for staying up.’ It broke me, in the best way. Because I felt seen. That’s what I want to give back too—catching the little moments that make us a team. I use an app called quiet effort. It keeps me from forgetting the quiet ways we love each other.