from a distance
The secret admirer is an enigmatic sort; his very nature boggles my mind. It seems as though he exists merely to love and not necessarily to be loved in return. Meanwhile, the object of his affection goes about life not knowing that he or his admiration of her exists. She could possibly, regularly feel lousy, unloved, beautiful to no one, and of little consequence to anyone at all. If he truly loved her, he would find some way to reassure her and to let her know that someone out there appreciates who she is…
…and so he does, anonymously.
I could never figure out the anonymously part of it. I suppose there could be any number of reasons behind it: fear of rejection, fear of ridicule, fear of losing the perfection of an unrequited love. Who knows what other secrets the heart of a secret admirer holds?
But I think every lonely soul should know if they have a secret admirer, even if they never find out who that secret admirer is. Just knowing is like a ray of sunshine, reassuring and warm, as though someone is saying, “I know you're out there, and i like you as you are.
…and so he does, anonymously.
I could never figure out the anonymously part of it. I suppose there could be any number of reasons behind it: fear of rejection, fear of ridicule, fear of losing the perfection of an unrequited love. Who knows what other secrets the heart of a secret admirer holds?
But I think every lonely soul should know if they have a secret admirer, even if they never find out who that secret admirer is. Just knowing is like a ray of sunshine, reassuring and warm, as though someone is saying, “I know you're out there, and i like you as you are.
