Open Letter to the Guy I Secretly Like

Let me tell you about this. The first time I saw you, there were never butterflies and slow-mo moments, just like in the movies. No sparks fly, no magical connection that happened, just like in the fictional books I've read. It was nothing so special, or.... was it?

You were just this another typical guy in college. Maybe just one of those random guys you wouldn't notice as you pass in the hallway- perhaps one of those people you wouldn't take time to check out. Coz you're no heartthrob.

But man, you made my heart throb.

We became classmates in one subject and that made the world seemed small for us. Sometimes, I'd caught myself staring at you in class as you speak up confidently. I couldn't help it. Man, you look good with your eyeglasses. You may not notice it, but I often times watch you from a distance as you strum your guitar, with your earphones on- as that beautiful smile slowly forms in your lips.

I am not the kind of person who falls in love easily, but you....oh you... the boy with dreamy and mysterious eyes that were so attractive and with the way you smile and laugh and talk and sing and everything. You laughed so charmingly once, and I think that made me attracted to you. We once talked and there I've realized how perfect you are. At that very moment, I knew you're not just a pretty face. You got more than that. You have a beautiful soul. You are incredible.

And days went by, my feelings grew into a little more. Although you rarely smile and although you don't talk that much, I would still like you. I know you already like someone else, but who cares? It's pretty fine with me.

I would still like you.

And maybe this might be hopeless, but I'd still write - I'd still keep on writing with my paper and remaining drops of ink, with thoughts of us... us that didn't even exist.

Our love was too far from possible, I know. But I'd still be holding this tiny piece of hope- that someday in my own fairy tale, we could happen.