My best friend stopped speaking to me for exactly 30 days. No argument. No explanation. Every message I sent was ignored. On the 31st morning, he showed up at my door with a small box and said, “I need you to open this before you get angry with me.”
Inside was a stack of letters, each one dated a different day from the previous month. Every letter explained something he had wanted to tell me but couldn’t. The first said, “You don’t know it yet, but I’m about to make the hardest decision of my life.”