an open letter

hi.

i'm writing this just to tell you how much i appreciate your presence in my life. despite the humdrum of my daily existence at work, seeing you makes things a little bit brighter, makes the workload a little more bearable.

how did we get to know each other? honestly, i don't remember. what i do remember is that you smiled at me a lot, and my bad habit of not recognizing faces and names did not immediately place a name to your face. in short, you knew me, but i didn't know you.

until that one day when people around us gave me your name. and then i remembered.

i don't remember when i started blushing whenever i saw you. at first i just gave it up to the people around us, their teasing, and their wish to live vicariously through me. we didn't talk much, you just smiled at me and greeted me like you always did.

then we started communicating. a simple email to say hi. good morning. how are you. which led to our discussing other things, trivial things about our lives. and that's how it's been.

will it remain this way for always, until you or i leave?

i know i can't really hope for much because, well, there is nothing to hope for. we are correspondents, nothing more. you are the bright spot in what would otherwise be a dull everyday for me. if there is something i'm missing -- but i'd rather not presume that there is something.

still, there is a part of me that hopes. it's a thrill for me to read what you have to say, for me to see you smile at me, and to know that others notice that you look at me even from afar when i don't notice or pretend not to -- little things that don't seem much, but mean a lot to me.

there's only one favor i would like to ask from you. just keep on doing what you're doing. it's good enough. thank you.