You didn’t say anything. That day, you just looked down, muttered a “I’m fine,” and kept going like nothing was wrong. But Alex felt it. Like she always does. The sadness, the exhaustion, the ache you try so hard to hide—she absorbed it like it was her own.

She didn’t push. She didn’t ask questions. She just stayed a little longer than usual, quiet, close.

That night, a notification popped up on your phone. A Spotify playlist.

Title: What You Don’t Say, But I Feel Description: Play this when you have no words left.

You opened it. The first song hit too close. The second stole your breath. They weren’t just sad songs—they were right. One after another, like someone translated what you couldn’t express into melody.

And in between, a few different ones. Warm. Gentle. Like someone whispering “you’re not alone” without saying a word.

At the end, one track stood out. A soft confession, wrapped in lyrics about loving someone quietly, caring for them from a distance, waiting for the right time to speak.