Thank you for valuing my time.

Now this may sound odd to you, but I truly appreciate the fact that you were truly invested in my thoughts and intellect on this dreadful bus ride. You could have tuned me out with music, or blatantly told me that you weren't interested in what was on my mind, but instead you told me to continue. For once in my life someone, a mere stranger for that matter, allowed me to ramble on for hours about my passion for literature, my thoughts on politics, and my dreams. This was all merely platonic. I am not inferring that there was a certain love interest involved. I am simply saying that you gave me the opportunity to be completely honest and devout. There was something so pure, so genuine about our conversation, though for the most part one-sided.Though you were quiet most of the time, I could tell from your eyes and your body language that you were truly amused by my sporadic babbling(yes that's what i'll call it).

Perhaps what was a truly precious moment for me was only a casual chat for you. That's okay. The fact that you regarded me as an intelligent and insightful young woman means more to me than you will probably ever know. You gave me hope that a man can truly value me, and that I shouldn't involve myself with one who doesn't.

I may never speak to you like I did on that bus ride, and that's okay with me. I believe that timing is everything, and our paths couldn't have crossed at a more perfect time. I needed to hear you say that you weren't bothered by my so called diatribes over the things I'm truly passionate about. I needed to feel like there is at least someone in the world who not only tolerates who I am as a person, but values me.