Dear ______,

I know you’ll probably never see this, and even if you do, you’ll never guess who this is from. You’ll never recognize my confessions, hidden within every smile I hide after seeing you, every tear I’ve shed from futile pining, every stuttered word I speak to you. I know that’s you’ll never look at me the way I wish you would. I hate the years that stretch across us, like a bridge-less ocean, separating us. I hate that I only got to know you this year, when soon, we both have to part from where we currently are, yet neither of us could possibly keep in touch. I hate how I’m afraid of telling anybody, even my closest friends about you. I hate how your smile is so addicting, how every detail of your face is etched into my face like a permanent tattoo. I wonder what it would be like to see and have that smile directed at me, every single day. I wonder how you would react if you found out — disbelievingly? embarrassedly? pitifully? But most of all, I wonder what it would feel like if your surprise turned into something shy, something promising an hopeful, something lovely.

- From, your secret admirer