I'm just anonymous.
I don't know how to start my story, but here it is. Someone came into my life—not in a special place, but in the very office that I go to every day.
He was a new employee at the time. I didn't know him very well, so it was natural for me to support him. I taught him where to find files, how to log into the system, who to approach if he had a question. I thought it was just being nice—part of being senior on the team.
But as time goes on, I feel a strange joy when we're together. My day brightens up when I'm with him. When he asks a question, even a simple one, I feel proud that I've taught him something. When he laughs, I feel like I want to repeat my joke over and over again.
I didn't plan on falling for him. They say it's just work, nothing personal. But it's hard to control your heart when you're used to him being there. I gradually realized—I wasn't just being nice. I was already missing him.
Sometimes, I catch myself waiting for him to come in. Or, wondering if he's finished eating. When he's not there, it feels like something is missing in the office.
Now, I don't know if I'm doing all this as a friend or if there's a deeper reason.
I'm really disappointed. And this is where I'm getting nervous.
What if he doesn't see me the same way? What if he really just sees me as a friend? I don't want to ruin our good working relationship. I don't want to be awkward when he finds out how I feel.
But despite the fear, I also want to be real. Because this kind of connection doesn't come along every day.
So for now, I'm choosing the simple steps first. We'll talk more often, not just about work, but also about simple things—what's his favorite food, what his dreams are in life.
Maybe, when the time is right, I'll have the courage to tell you everything. I'm not rushing. I'm not forcing it either.
As long as I'm honest about my feelings, it's better to be honest than to spend a lifetime wondering what would have happened if I had been braver.
