It has been a genuinely close week—easy conversation, shared meals, real laughter. On Thursday evening you reach over and squeeze your partner's hand during a quiet moment. They smile briefly, then keep scrolling. You say nothing. By Friday morning the warmth of the week has blurred and that one small moment has grown into something else entirely: maybe they are pulling back, maybe the closeness was one-sided, maybe you misread the whole week. Your body registers it as a low hum of dread. You become slightly quieter, slightly watchful. Your partner notices a change in your energy but not its source, and their confusion reads to you as further confirmation. The gesture was real. The week was real. The interpretation added a story the moment did not actually contain.