"You could've rolled your eyes, told me to go to hell.

Could've walked away, but you're still here."

It's amusing to me how you seem to always say "it's my honour" whenever I am being nice to you.

When actually, it seems to be the other way around.

From the fact that you still spend some time to:

Talk to me every day, when you're usually so drowning with work, even if just for a couple times a day,

And hang out with me once in a while, when many others would probably want to meet you as well,

It's pretty clear that the honour should actually be mine.

I don't know what I am to you, and I don't know if I ever want to find out.

But you seem to be willing to spare some of your daily precious time for me, and for that I am glad.

Because Time is the most precious commodity that one can spend on.