Somebody folded your laundry, packed the lunch and paid the Wi-Fi bill. That was love, just not in a card.

Love often arrives as logistics rather than as language. In a household where nobody says much, the affection goes into tasks: the meal that appears, the bill that is quietly handled, the clothes that come back clean. It is easy to miss, because it is designed to be invisible and nobody signs their work.

Spend a week noticing what gets done for you that you never asked for. Name one thing specifically to the person responsible, which will probably embarrass them and will still matter. And take on one of those tasks yourself, which is the same language spoken back.