A Whisper in the Middle of the Night That Changed Everything by Morning

Finally, he looked up and said, “I wish we could talk without hurting each other.”

I smiled.

That was the ending to the sentence I had heard the night before.

We didn’t solve everything that morning. We didn’t erase the argument with a single conversation. But we chose to keep trying—to listen more carefully, to soften our words, to remember that love isn’t the absence of conflict.

It’s the decision to keep reaching for understanding, even when it’s hard.