Dear you,
I've been longing to say that I like you for a long time. At first, I'm scared that you won't be interested in an ugly, quiet and shy girl like me. I have to say, I'm a social retard who never knows how to be myself when I'm around men. The fear of rejection was probably too overwhelming for me. So I kept quiet and like you from afar.
Still, I can't help myself from wanting to know you more. Nothing more I can do but only to observe you from afar or knowing you secretly from your friends. Your friends probably have figured out my intentions -which was kind of embarrassing to me, but to my surprise and relieve; we have many things in common. I was really happy to learn that. But then, I feared you may think of me as a psycho stalker. So all I could ever do was to admire you from afar.
Did I mentioned that I was embarrassed with your friends figuring out my intentions? Well, I was embarrassed. And have you heard of those types of people who would cover up their tracks from being detectable of liking another? Yes, I'm that person. So I focus myself on befriending with another man. In the hopes that it would cover my tracks. However, I was beginning to like that man as well. Hence I'm torn between you and him. At the same time, I thought it was stupid to think like this because you don't even know of my existence.
Like an answered prayer, you're someone's other half. Yeah, you have a girlfriend. It shattered my world a bit, but serve myself right for liking you from afar. The girl was an absolute beauty and bubbly, I would look like an invisible girl if I were ever standing next to her. I took it as a sign and made my decision.
But me and him was never meant to be. It cut me deep, but I hold no grudges against him. He had taught me a valuable lesson. And I go through this phase painfully alone.
Months after, you started to be active on my profile. With full of curiosity, I checked over your profile. She was no longer your other half. To be honest, I was glad. But, my heart was still aching from my past experience. I decided that I wanted to be friends with you. I wrote you a message. And you replied. I could safely say, that was the starting point of our friendship. I was happy.
As our friendship developed, you told me what happened, between you and her. I was shocked, thinking that she had made a terrible mistake of letting you go. Reason? Simply because it was a misunderstanding, a problem that could be solved if you both had discussed it over together. What a pity. I couldn't tell you my part of the story because I didn't want to open my wound. I'm sorry.
However, what you said afterward stabbed this heart somehow. You told me that you loved her. There comes another reason of my fear, you're still hurt, I do not want to incur more headaches to you. So I did what I do best, liking you from a distance.
Dear you,
Knowing that I will never have the guts to express my feelings to you, I can only say that I like you. Very much. I wanted to be more than what we have now, but I'm scared to let you know how I feel.
Love,
Fiza.
