8 months ago, we were at the county fair together. It had rained, and the teacup ride was the only one open. I was nauseous from an earlier ride, but your friends just kept spinning our teacup around. I felt weak and I held onto you for safety. My eyes were closed and I couldn't see anything but the faint fair lights shining through like stars. But in the middle of my struggle, you wrapped your arm around my shoulder and held me close to you. It meant little to you at the time. I could hear you casually talking to your friends as it span. But your jacket was so warm and soft. It was everything to me. I still think about it.