Letters by Alexander

You showed up.

I don't know if you know I keep the exact day. Not the big hard one. A smaller one. The night everything fell apart at once. The morning I sat in a hallway pretending to read. And there you were, before I asked. You even looked annoyed that I was surprised.

You'll wave this off. You always do. It was nothing. Anyone would have. I was barely holding myself together, and you knew it, and you still say anyone.

Here is what I never told you. It wasn't the size of what you did. It was the showing up. The way you did it like it was obvious. Like I was obvious. Some people make you feel like a favor. You made me feel like a fact.

I've been trying to deserve it ever since. That's not how gifts work. I know. So I'm putting the ledger down. This is me saying it out loud, once, plainly. Thank you. For the showing up. For never making me ask.

You can say it was nothing. It wasn't. You can say anyone would have. They wouldn't.

Alexander. I write letters for people who can't find the words. First lines free, the finished one $25: [email protected]