An attachment formed by a kind gesture a friend had offered.

  It all started when I was interested in a certain sport and wanted to try it out. I'm not athletic and always didn't like the idea of playing sports, but when I saw a teacher who seemed to have fun while playing, a thought came to mind: "I want to try playing that". And so, I waited until I had free time. I forgot how it happened, but I vividly remember the moment when a friend, who was also playing, offered to teach me the basics of the sport when I was having trouble with it. Even though I wasn't good at playing, it made me quite happy that I fulfilled my plan of trying to play that sport. I immediately thought of joining their club, but I grasped the reality of the struggles it would bear me as I was in another club. Being a member of one club was already burdensome, even I purposely ignored doing the tasks given to me, so how could I join another one? I let go of the desire and went on my day as usual.

  On the way home, I reflected on everything that happened throughout the day. The weather was enough to dry my lungs, I spent most of my time listing things for an article, and lastly, I'm thankful for the kind gesture my friend offered me. Thanks to him, I was able to try out something new. But why couldn't I get him off my mind? all he did was teach me how to play the sport I'd been curious about. But then I remembered that moment when he was teaching me how to hold the equipment, he held my hand for a second there. It wasn't as astonishing though since I was dumb and new to the whole thing. But that was enough to make me interested in the person he was.

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  A few weeks passed and I was confident enough to say to myself that I liked him, how easy it was for me to think that such a feeling would last for a long while. The feelings I had for him were significant, but trying to get close to him wasn't something I acknowledged in doing so. Contented with being his friend while admiring from afar, I wasn't having any problems until... I told someone about my feelings for him. The next few days went well, but I knew something was off. I found out that their whole class found out about it, and then, the person I'd been admiring knew about my feelings for him. Even though it was an insignificant matter to him, it was embarrassing for me that the person I liked found out from someone else.

  I spent a week hiding and running away from him whenever he'd be in my sight. I don't know why I couldn't stand seeing him in the same place I was in when he was the person I would usually look for, perhaps the embarrassment I felt was enough to make me do questionable things. I also couldn't stand getting teased by my friends, it made me feel weak to my knees realizing what mistake I'd made telling that someone about him. But there was nothing I could do about it, I guess he had to find out one way or another. Since then, I accepted my fate anyway. I was able to interact with him normally again, though I still avoided him in some way.

  Now that I think of it, it was just another crush. I'm kind of sad to say that my feelings for him have gradually faded. He's my friend and I'm genuinely thankful that he taught me how to play that sport.