I know this is going to sound weird, but I promise it becomes wholesome in the end

During February, right around Valentine's Day in fact, I got allergies bad enough that it took courage to move. My skin was sensitive, my muscles ached, my sinuses were messed up. Speaking wasn't something I could comfortably do. As I started feeling better, I wanted to spend some time with one of my closest friends. I didn't feel like I had it in me to maintain a vocal conversation

So my friend muted me.
Not because he didn't want to hear me, but because he didn't want me to push myself, and feel like there was pressure to speak. That was probably the warmest and kindest thing someone has done for me, one that was pure and came from the heart. It wasn't self-serving, it wasn't like he got anything out of it. It told me he understood me well enough to know what I needed at that time