You were no one but a classmate to me or maybe a love interest to a friend. I was unsure at the time, but you guys have cleared it up now. I will say that you two make a sweet couple, and I will keep my fingers tightly crossed that you guys will be together for a long time. You were not even practically my friend but simply an acquaintance. An acquaintance that I didn't even know existed a few weeks ago. But your unknowing or knowing kindness towards me saved my spark. When I walked with other people and you from the metro. You were wearing a familiar black ring. A ring like the one I have fiddled with multiple times. After I pointed out this small fact, you soon took it out and hid it from my sight. It had moved away from my mind in a few minutes, but your action made me smile. You never had to do that for me, nor did I expect it. When those terrible confessions came along with a few other accusations, I wasn't affected by the confessions but by those accusing questions. Everyone has something they don't want to be seen as, and mine is being a revenge seeker or vengeful. But when a few people I believed knew me asked if I was the one writing, the disappointment was high. Even knowing me, if they ask if it's me. Like I shy away from sharing my feelings directly. It was not worth talking, connecting, or socialising. What's worth it if they don't understand your bottom line and that you won't ever go below it or can't go below it? Similar events have occurred in the past that have also replayed in my mind. That night, I did something for the third time that I promised I would never do (or maybe the fifth...). My spark dimmed, and all I wanted was isolation. But you, who were not my best friend or closest friend, checked up on me. You checked and pointed out not to let it bother me or lower my upbeat spirit. You didn't have to text that, but it was your choice. My silent plan went into the trash because I believed again. My best friends did say the same, but my mind schemes for me to think they lied because they love me. But you, who was just an acquaintance, didn't fall under this. You had no reason to lie or do anything you did. I realised my dumbness for letting it affect me because few understood me. It is okay for people not to get me. You unknowingly saved my spark, and I can't thank you enough. The next day, while I quietly listened to music during the break, you came to make sure it wasn't sad or slow and smiled big when it was rock music. You never had to do any of this, and you did. You did, as well as a few others. But they were all my friends, and their kindness was biased towards me. You are a friend, but you were not also in my head. At least not someone I text randomly, but I can when needed. Your actions could not be broken by any excuse my mind makes. I will remember your kindness and return it in spades because you helped me keep my favourite part of me.
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