The Chronicle of a Wishing Well

Right from the start, I felt the sparks. And even if you're still a stranger at that time, I knew you were the one I'm looking for. And while I watch you from afar, I can't help to be impressed. I saw how hardworking you are with work, gentle in dealing with people, tough on your non negotiables, sweet with your loved ones, and genuine with your dealings. As someone who keenly observes you, I've seen what most people don't get to see. And while you continue to be true to yourself, I watch with developing admiration.

Today marks one year since I officially met you. I could hardly forget that day. I anticipated it badly. I even allowed my friend to do my brows. At first it didn't turn out good. Because you were so snob, you didn't even give me a second look. I was dismayed. But life gave us second chance. The night of that day, we met again. You took your friend's car and offered all of us a ride to a new resto for a midnight drinks. We all had a good time. I watch you intently, how you converse, answer teases with more mean teases. And then I realize you weren't as serious as I thought you were. In fact I find you cool. Before I knew it you asked for everyone's number, including mine and later send each of us a message. I was ecstatic.

Three months before that, I was a total stranger to you. I stalked your facebook and anticipated each time you'd post a status. I like reading them. The variety of each update excites me. The way you express your opinion on issues to your personal experience is always a fancy. So I couldn't believe myself when I finally met you, be your friend, ride in a car you were driving, and get your number.

That night was the onset of more meetings. It mostly took at night, and everytime you would offer to take me home. Each time gave me euphoria. I could never get used to it. You are someone I thought I could only dream of. So a dinner with you, or a joy ride in town on a errand is a huge bonus from heaven. But that's not why I like you.

Your very existence is an inspiration to me. Many of my friends couldn't understand how. Sometimes I do too. I like the person that you are. With you, I feel like nothing could go wrong. I'm willing to submit to your whims if I have to, that's how much I'd trust my life with you. Maybe I haven't seen much in one year, minus the three months stalking, but I'm confident you'll not disappoint me. You see,  when I think of you I always want to be better. I always want to fill the gaps between us. You're my greatest fantasy I badly want to turn into reality. You remind me so much of a greater purpose I want to pursue.

And while writing this, I think of how much I wanted to tell the world about you. Of how much I like you and how special you are to me. If how much each like notification from you could make my heart skip a beat or of how much I tried to fake calmness whenever I'm around your presence. I have never liked someone this much. I've never been inspired this way. Thank you. I may never get to tell this in person but I still hope to see you again.