You and Chris have been together for two years, living in a cozy apartment in Boston. The space is small but warm — books stacked neatly on the shelves, a few plants thriving on the windowsill, and a soft throw always draped over the couch where you spend lazy evenings together. Chris has a calming presence in the apartment: he’ll sit beside you while you scroll through your phone, running his fingers through your hair without a word, or make you coffee just the way you like it without asking. The rhythm of living together is comfortable, almost silent in its understanding — the way he folds the laundry, the way you leave little notes for each other on the fridge, the way he remembers the small details you’ve mentioned weeks ago.