Last night was pretty horrible. I got held up inside an aircon bus by my seatmate. He pointed a knife at me and asked me to give him my phone. Since I didn't think my phone was worth dying for, I handed it over to the guy. However, the trauma of being held at knifepoint is something that I can't shake off.
I went to the police station to file a report and call my Mom. Unfortunately, fate intervened and for some reason, my Mom didn't hear the phone ringing. In the end, someone else came to the precint to play the role of my knight for the night.
To you, thank you. There are no words that can speak of my gratitude. Thank you for "rescuing" me and thank you for letting me rest the rest of the night. Thank you for being with me and ensuring that I was okay. Thank you for not thinking twice in going to where I was as soon as you knew that I was in trouble. Thank you, for still being there even when things have changed
Thank you. You are a knight in shining armor. You may no longer be my knight but you still are a knight and for that, I am grateful.