And maybe… say something back. Even if it’s just, “Thanks for the leftover ham.”
Because love doesn’t always sound like music.
Sometimes, it sounds like a wrench in a drawer, or slippers on tile, or a soft chuckle at a bad joke.
And that’s enough.
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Maybe your own quiet hero is still waiting for you to say, “I see you. And I love you too.”
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