The Things We Do Instead of Saying | PeonyMagazine
When she first moved to another country for love, she thought the biggest adjustment would be language. Different accents, unfamiliar expressions, maybe a few awkward conversations. She expected to stumble through slang and cultural references until she eventually felt comfortable. What she didn’t expect was how unfamiliar affection itself could feel. Back home, love was spoken often and directly. People said what they felt, sometimes repeatedly. Affection lived in conversations, reassurance, and emotional openness. She rarely had to guess where she stood with someone. With him, things were different. Words about love were rare. Days sometimes passed without anything explicitly affectionate being said. She occasionally found herself waiting for those moments, almost rehearsing what she might say if they came. But the moment usually shifted into something practical. One evening after dinner, she stayed seated at the kitchen table while he rinsed a mug in the sink. The kettle hum...