Letters by Vincent

You always said I take too long to get to the point. So, for once, the point:

I was proud of you before I could say it out loud. And then I never said it. Half-finished phone calls. Doorways. The goodbyes I left early. It comes out straight here.

For the years I was difficult in ways I called busy: you never kept score. I kept it privately. Your side was clean. I'm balancing mine now, where you can check the math.

There. The point, while you can still read it.

Yours, Vincent

A sample letter, written for nobody. If it's the register you'd want for someone: [email protected]. First line free; the desk note has the terms.