My partner loves me every day that goes by

There's a version of love that shows up as a repeat prescription collected on the way home, unmentioned, because you had said once that the pharmacy shuts early on Wednesdays.

Not a grand gesture. Barely a gesture at all. But somebody was holding a small piece of your life in their head while getting on with their own day.

Days go by without any announcement, and love goes through them anyway. Look for it where it hides: in what got remembered, in what got picked up, in what you did not have to ask for twice.