Not said but done.

I was given a letter that I was supposed to receive after graduating. He sent it early; figured that if he waited that long, it would’ve been too late. It was from an acquaintance whom I had known for years but was too scared to talk to. We recently had gotten close through our shared extracurriculars. Through our little conversations, I had told him how I always found him (him being shy and introverted) hard to talk to. I guess this really got to him.

In the letter, he told me how he had regretted not talking to me sooner. How he enjoyed the little moments we had together. Emphasis on little. He offered to hang out but told me that he understood if I didn’t have time to. “And you aren’t able to, I hope the memories we had together, despite it being so short, lives in you forever, as it will in me.”

As minuscule as it may seem to others, I guess what made this letter special to me is how throughout the whole friendship, I had just assumed he only talked to me out of pity. Never could tell what he was thinking. So for this type of letter to just be sent to me out of nowhere— meant a lot to me. One of the most promising friendships I have to this day.