Carrying a buddy’s mattress up three flights of stairs is a love language nobody writes worship songs about.

Help that costs your body is a form of affection most people never name as one. Three flights with a mattress, an hour in the rain holding a door, a lift at six in the morning. Nobody writes anything about it and the person on the other end never forgets it. Being physically inconvenienced for somebody is a statement, and it is harder to fake than anything you could say.

Say yes to the next heavy, boring favour somebody asks you for this week. The move, the lift, the early start. Do not mention afterwards how early you had to get up.