Silent Connections

She always left her coffee cup on the edge of the table. Every morning,

the same spot. Every evening, the same routine. He noticed it the first day he stayed

over. The second day, he moved it slightly. The third day… he realized she never

noticed. Weeks passed. He started moving the cup every day, testing her,

waiting for a reaction. One night, she finally said nothing… but smiled. Not at the cup.

Not at him. Just a quiet, knowing smile. Years later, after they had grown

apart, he found an old photo of that table. The cup was still there.

The same spot. Some connections aren’t spoken. Some love isn’t declared.