Little Life Letters

(っ◔◡◔)っ ♥ A diary of dusk and dawn. This is my soft rebellion, stitched in silence, spark, and soul. ♥

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A Little Crush, Maybe.

Part 18 — The Sticker Conversation

This memory randomly came back today.

It happened before my friend left the company.

Whenever she seemed stressed or upset, I’d sometimes leave little notes on her desk.

Nothing special.

Just a few encouraging words.

Sometimes I’d leave stickers too.

Mostly anime stickers.

Volleyball anime, to be exact.

One day, I happened to walk by her desk.

Before I reached her, I overheard him asking,

“Are these your stickers? Do you like this anime?”

He had noticed all the stickers scattered around her workspace.

She smiled and replied,

“No, they’re from C (me).”

That was it.

The conversation ended there.

No follow-up questions.

No dramatic plot twist.

Just a normal conversation between coworkers.

Later, I remembered that I’d seen on Facebook that he also watched the same volleyball anime.

Maybe that’s why the stickers caught his attention.

Or maybe he was simply making conversation.

I don’t know.

And honestly…

I don’t need to know.

It’s funny how my brain stores tiny moments like these.

A question about stickers.

A shared interest that never became a conversation.

Another ordinary memory quietly finding its place in this journal.

Sometimes I wonder how many stories never happen simply because two people never start talking.

Then again…

Maybe that’s okay.

Not every shared interest has to become a friendship.

Not every coincidence has to become a connection.

Sometimes it’s just nice knowing that, for a brief moment, we both appreciated the same little thing.

[littlelife-letters]

A Little Crush, Maybe.

Part 17 — Three Crushes

I realized something today.

In my entire life…

I’ve only had three real crushes.

That’s it.

The first one was when I was a kid.

Maybe third grade.

I still remember him.

Back then, K-pop was becoming really popular, and to me, he looked like one of those Korean singers.

Golden hair.

Straight.

Shiny.

The kind of hair that somehow looked perfect every single day.

He was a quiet kid.

Maybe that’s why I noticed him.

We lived in the same village, not too far from each other.

And just like every crush after him…

I never talked to him.

I simply admired him from a distance.

⸻

The second crush happened years later.

I’d known him since 2019, but we weren’t close.

Then he joined the company as an intern for three months.

That’s when I started noticing him differently.

Only to find out…

He already had a girlfriend.

Classic.

I look back now and laugh because I was so awkward.

I remember leaving a candy on his desk during lunch.

To be fair…

It wasn’t only for him.

I left candy for a couple of coworkers too.

But somehow, my brain still likes to replay that memory and whisper,

“Really?”

I also remember trying to dress a little nicer.

Not dramatically.

Just…

Putting in a little more effort.

Looking back, I don’t even think I knew what my style was.

I’d buy clothes hoping they’d magically make me look more confident.

Spoiler alert:

They didn’t.

I was still the same shy person underneath.

Honestly…

I wasn’t trying to become someone else.

I just wanted to be noticed.

⸻

And now…

There’s this third crush.

The one who somehow ended up with seventeen journal entries.

The funny thing is…

Compared to the second one, I think I’ve actually behaved much better.

I haven’t left mysterious candy.

I haven’t tried to create opportunities to talk.

I haven’t crossed any boundaries.

I’ve mostly kept everything inside these pages.

Maybe that’s what growing up looks like.

Not that I stopped having crushes.

But I’ve learned that I don’t have to act on every feeling.

Some people arrive in our lives only long enough to remind us that our hearts still work.

They don’t have to become part of our future.

Sometimes they’re simply a chapter.

And maybe…

That’s enough.

[littlelife-letters]

A Little Crush, Maybe.

Part 16 — Wake Up to Reality

A few months ago, I actually managed to make a joke.

Well…

A tiny one.

It was a Saturday morning.

We only work half a day on Saturdays, and I noticed he rarely comes in.

So when I saw him, I smiled a little and said,

“Oh, you came to work today. Normally you don’t.”

He looked at me and replied,

“So do you.”

That was it.

A five-second conversation.

Then we both went back to work like nothing happened.

Honestly…

That tiny interaction probably lasted less than ten seconds.

Yet somehow, it became another page in this journal.

⸻

Today was another Saturday.

Around noon, we were both clocking out.

I had just come back from the bathroom and saw him sitting on the couch near the elevators.

Waiting.

Just like me.

For a brief second…

Our eyes met.

Only a second.

I walked over to press the elevator button, and we ended up taking separate elevators anyway.

Nothing special.

Just another ordinary moment.

After getting my motorbike from the basement, I started riding toward the exit.

Then I saw a familiar car drive past.

His girlfriend.

And without even thinking, my mind quietly said,

“Alright… wake up.”

Not in a sad way.

Just…

A gentle reminder.

A reminder that reality exists outside of my imagination.

Earlier, before we left, I had noticed he was dressed casually.

An oversized T-shirt.

He looked nice.

That was all.

I didn’t stare.

I couldn’t even if I wanted to.

Maybe a second.

Less than that.

When we were waiting for the elevator, I glanced over for just a moment.

By the time I looked, it seemed like he’d already looked my way.

Maybe he had.

Maybe he hadn’t.

Honestly…

It doesn’t matter.

I’ve learned not to build stories from a one-second glance.

Some moments are just moments.

Not every eye contact is a message.

Not every coincidence is a sign.

And not every crush is meant to become something more.

Maybe this little crush has been teaching me something all along.

It’s okay to admire someone.

It’s okay to imagine.

It’s okay to smile at the small, awkward moments.

But it’s also okay to leave them exactly where they belong.

As quiet memories.

Nothing more.

Nothing less.

[littlelife-letters]

A Little Crush, Maybe.

Part 15 — Instagram Is Not Helping

Just when I thought I was minding my own business…

Instagram had other plans.

There he was.

“Suggested for you.”

Excuse me?

Who asked?

I’ve been trying very hard to act like a normal person, and now the algorithm decides to test my self-control.

I stared at the screen for a second.

Laughed.

Closed it.

Because honestly…

Instagram is the biggest instigator in this entire story.

Every few weeks it’s like,

“Hey… remember this guy?”

Yes.

Unfortunately, I do.

No, I didn’t press Follow.

I simply acknowledged his existence…

And continued scrolling.

At this point, I think Instagram has become a supporting character in my little crush.

“I really wrote fifteen chapters about a guy I barely talked to…”😭

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A Little Crush, Maybe.

Part 14 — The Birthday Scenario That Will Never Happen

On my way home today, my imagination decided to entertain itself.

It started with a simple thought.

“What if I invited him to my birthday?”

Immediately…

“No.”

We barely talk.

We don’t even look at each other directly.

That would be the most random invitation in history.

So that idea ended there.

…Or so I thought.

Five minutes later, my brain created another scenario.

“What if I didn’t invite him… but somehow he showed up anyway?”

Maybe he arrived with a few coworkers.

Maybe he just casually walked through the door.

And there I was…

Frozen.

Completely speechless.

Half excited.

Half wondering whether I should pretend I didn’t know who he was.

Then my imagination became even more chaotic.

I remembered that I had told one of my closest friends about my little crush.

He’s gay.

Naturally, I had to tell him the story.

I even showed him the Instagram profile picture.

Not the username.

Not even the face.

I covered it.

I only wanted him to judge the physique.

His professional opinion was…

“Hmm… that looks delicious.” 🤣

Sir.

That was not the feedback I was looking for.

Now imagine this.

What if my crush actually showed up?

My friend would probably look at me…

Then look at him…

Then back at me…

And suddenly everything would click.

I’d be standing there thinking,

“Please… don’t say anything.”

Because if there’s one thing friends are exceptionally talented at…

It’s exposing you at the worst possible moment.

Meanwhile, I’d be mentally preparing my resignation letter.

Fortunately…

None of this happened.

None of it is real.

It’s just another movie directed by my overactive imagination during the drive home.

Honestly, my imagination deserves an Oscar.

It writes stories with a budget of zero and actors who have no idea they’re in the film.

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · A Little Crush, Maybe. · Part 13 — The Imaginary Guest List I don’t think they’re close. My former coworker is just o

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A Little Crush, Maybe.

Part 13 — The Imaginary Guest List

I don’t think they’re close.

My former coworker is just one of those naturally friendly people. She gets along with almost everyone.

I’m pretty sure they were just… coworkers.

Normal conversations.

Nothing more.

My brain, however, likes to overcomplicate things.

Lately I’ve been thinking about my birthday this weekend.

I was mentally making a guest list.

And for some unknown reason…

His name crossed my mind.

Not because I actually planned to invite him.

I never did.

The thought disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared.

Because then reality kicked in.

Invite him?

We barely talk.

We’ve never had an actual conversation outside of work.

We don’t even make proper eye contact.

Can you imagine how awkward that would be?

“Hey, would you like to come to my birthday?”

“Sorry… remind me who you are?” 🤣

Yeah…

Let’s not.

Then today, during lunch, we somehow ended up at the same shopping mall.

Not together.

Just… existing in the same building.

We were eating in different sections, not too far apart.

As I finished paying for my food, I casually turned around…

And there he was.

My brain immediately went,

“Wait… was that him?”

So naturally…

I did the world’s quickest double take.

Confirmed my suspicion.

Turned my head back.

Put on my coolest expression.

Walked away as if absolutely nothing had happened.

Mission accomplished.

No smiles.

No waves.

No conversation.

Just two coworkers continuing with their day.

Honestly…

Our entire interaction history could probably be summarized as,

“Existing in the same place at the same time.”

And somehow…

I’ve managed to write thirteen journal entries about it.

At this point, the biggest relationship in this story isn’t between him and me.

It’s between me and my own imagination. 🤣

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · A Little Crush, Maybe. · Part 12 — Instagram Detective I accidentally became an Instagram detective. Not a good one.

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A Little Crush, Maybe.

Part 12 — Instagram Detective

I accidentally became an Instagram detective.

Not a good one.

Just… a curious one. 🤣

Sometime last year, I noticed he was following one of my coworkers.

They used to sit next to each other before she left the company.

Naturally, my brain went,

“Huh…”

A while later, I noticed they weren’t following each other anymore.

Now here’s the funny part.

I have absolutely no idea what happened.

Maybe one of them unfollowed.

Maybe one of them removed the follower.

Maybe they were just cleaning up their Instagram.

Maybe… absolutely nothing happened.

Yet there I was, creating twenty different theories in my head.

Meanwhile, the reality is probably far less dramatic.

The funniest part?

Instagram keeps suggesting his profile to me.

Every now and then, I click on it for… research purposes.

Very scientific research.

I scroll for exactly three seconds.

Then immediately leave.

I have never followed him.

Not because I’m playing hard to get.

Mostly because…

Why would I?

We’re coworkers.

He has a girlfriend.

And honestly, I’d rather keep my little curiosity to myself than accidentally make things awkward.

It’s funny how a harmless crush turns ordinary things into tiny mysteries.

A suggested profile.

A follow.

An unfollow.

A random coincidence.

Sometimes our imagination wants every detail to mean something.

Most of the time…

It probably doesn’t.

And maybe that’s the healthiest conclusion I can come to.

Now if you’ll excuse me…

I’ll return to minding my own business.

…Until Instagram decides to suggest his profile again. 🤣

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A Little Crush, Maybe

Part 11 — Mission Failed

I have a confession.

I actually tried to approach him.

A few times.

Every single attempt failed. 🤣

Sometimes I’d gather enough courage to walk toward him…

Then at the very last second, I’d panic.

So I’d suddenly pretend I was talking to someone else.

Or I’d randomly point at an object like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“Wow… look at… that…” 👉

Smooth.

Hopefully he never noticed. 😭

The first official failure happened in July last year.

We were helping refugees, and I was calling people over to collect their meals.

I called his name.

Nothing.

No response.

Mission failed.

Attempt #1: ❌🙂‍↔️

Then this year, during our company trip, we were on a boat at night.

It was freezing.

He was standing nearby talking to someone else.

I thought, I needed help, maybe he could call someone for me.

“Maybe I’ll say something…”

So I did.

…

Nothing.

Either he didn’t hear me, or the wind decided it wasn’t my day.

I quietly accepted my fate.

Attempt #2: ❌🫠

At this point, I should probably stop trying.

Apparently, the universe has a very strong opinion about my social skills.

Maybe my destiny is simply to collect awkward memories instead of conversations.

Honestly…

It’s becoming funnier than it is disappointing.

One day, years from now, I’ll probably reread these journal entries and think,

“Wow… I really documented every failed interaction with this poor guy.”

At least I can say one thing.

I tried.

The universe said,

“Not today.” 🤣

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · A Little Crush, Maybe · Part 10 Lately, we keep accidentally bumping into each other around the office. Well… not liter

[littlelife-letters]

A Little Crush, Maybe

Part 10

Lately, we keep accidentally bumping into each other around the office.

Well… not literally bumping.

It’s usually at the corridor near the bathroom.

One of us opens the door, the other turns the corner, and suddenly we’re both trying to avoid walking into each other.

We’d step left.

Then both step right.

Then left again.

Like two NPCs with terrible pathfinding. 🤣

The first few times, we’d laugh.

Now we’ve somehow mastered the art of avoiding each other. We successfully dodge shoulders like professionals. 🙂‍↔️🙂‍↔️

No laughter.

Just a quiet little dance before we continue walking.

I’ve also noticed something.

Whenever he’s nearby, I’m instantly aware of it.

It’s like my brain has a built-in proximity sensor.

“Warning: Tall coworker detected.” 🚨

And every now and then…

I have this completely random urge to lightly punch his abdomen.

Not because I’m angry.

Just…

You know how sometimes your brain says,

“Go be annoying.” 🤣

Of course, I never would.

Imagine having to explain that to HR.

“I promise it wasn’t harassment. My intrusive thoughts just won for half a second.” 😭

So instead, I continue acting like the coolest, most unreadable coworker in the building.

Meanwhile…

My journal knows I’m just a dork with a harmless little crush.

And honestly, I think that’s enough.

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 1 · A Little Crush, Maybe · Part 9 There was one thing that surprised me about myself. During our company trip to the islan

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I have to admit something ridiculous.

For a split second, I actually felt like she cheated on me. 🤣

Which makes absolutely no sense because… she was never my girlfriend, and he certainly wasn’t my boyfriend anymore.

Our stories have been over for a long time.

I think what I was really feeling wasn’t betrayal.

It was comparison.

Seeing someone else move forward—in love, in work, in life—made me question my own pace.

Sometimes the heart disguises envy as heartbreak.

Thankfully, after laughing at myself for a while, I realized… this isn’t about them anymore.

It’s about me.

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · Comparison · Tonight, I found myself doing something I told myself I wouldn’t do. I ended up looking through my ex’s gir

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funniest sound in the world is a cat smacking shit hard as fuck with their little stupid paw

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i saw a cat with an honest to god balled-up fist getting ready to hit someone the other day and it made me laugh so hard i cried

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get their ass little man

[littlelife-letters]

Comparison

Tonight, I found myself doing something I told myself I wouldn’t do.

I ended up looking through my ex’s girlfriend’s profile. (I know I shouldn't have, but I was just curious)

It looks like they’re back together.

Honestly… I wasn’t surprised.

She loved him. She always did.

I laughed to myself remembering last December. He reached out to me again, and at the same time, she messaged me, telling me to run. I was exhausted from trying to convince her that she deserved better. I shut him down, and somehow, she ended up shutting me down too—then went back to him anyway.

Life is funny like that.

You can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved. 🫠

And maybe that’s okay.

What caught me off guard wasn’t seeing them together again. 🙂‍↔️ (He doesn't deserve her)

It was seeing her career.

She has built something of her own. A beautiful portfolio. A business. A life that looks like it’s moving forward.

That’s when I realized…

I wasn’t comparing our relationships.

I was comparing our progress.

For a brief moment, I felt like she was ahead of me.

It’s a strange feeling because I don’t resent her. If anything, I admire what she’s created. I know how much courage it takes to start something from nothing.

Maybe what I envy isn’t her success.

Maybe I envy the confidence of someone who has already pressed “publish.”

Meanwhile, I’ve spent so much time preparing—learning, researching, planning, questioning myself, making sure everything is ready before taking the next step.

Sometimes I wonder if preparation becomes another way of hiding.

The truth is, everyone else’s life always looks more complete from the outside.

I don’t know what she sacrificed.

I don’t know what she’s struggling with.

I only know the version that’s visible to the world.

And maybe someone else is looking at my life, thinking I’m ahead of them.

Funny how comparison works.

It convinces both people they’re losing.

So tonight, instead of asking why someone else is further ahead, I want to ask myself a different question.

Am I further than I was yesterday?

I think the answer is yes.

Maybe that’s enough.

For Now!

[littlelife-letters]

A Little Crush, Maybe

Part 9

There was one thing that surprised me about myself.

During our company trip to the islands, he received an award for being one of the best-performing employees.

When everyone applauded, I smiled too.

But if I’m being honest…

A tiny part of me felt jealous.

Not because I didn’t think he deserved it.

He absolutely did.

He’d only been here for around seven months, yet everyone kept saying the same things about him—that he’s really good at what he does, that he’s a great problem solver, and that he’s someone people can rely on.

I’ve heard it from more than one coworker.

So no, I wasn’t questioning whether he earned it.

I think what upset me was seeing someone be recognized for something I’ve secretly wished for myself.

I’ve worked hard too, but I’ve never been the kind of person who naturally stands out.

Ironically, I want my work to be acknowledged, yet I don’t actually like being the center of attention.

It’s a strange contradiction.

Part of me wants to be seen.

Another part of me wants to stay invisible.

Maybe that’s why recognition has always felt so far away.

Still… seeing him receive that award made me realize something.

I don’t just have a little crush on him.

I admire him.

I admire competence.

I admire people who can solve problems under pressure.

I admire someone who’s genuinely good at what they do.

Maybe that’s my type after all.

Apparently, I have a weakness for smart people. 🤣🫠

Instead of letting envy turn into resentment, I want it to become motivation.

Maybe one day, I’ll earn my own recognition—not because I’m competing with anyone, but because I’ve grown into the person I know I can become.

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · A Little Crush, Maybe · Part 8 If I’m being completely honest with myself, my imagination does wander sometimes. I catc

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A Little Crush, Maybe

Part 8

If I’m being completely honest with myself, my imagination does wander sometimes.

I catch myself fantasizing about what it would be like if we were closer—what it would feel like to hold his hand, to hug him, to be intimate with him.

But that’s all it is.

An imagination.

A story my mind writes when I’m daydreaming.

None of it exists in real life.

And I know the difference between fantasy and reality.

Would part of me like it to happen? Maybe.

But would I ever act on it?

NO.

Not while he has a girlfriend.

Not at the cost of someone else’s relationship.

And definitely not in my workplace.

I’ve never wanted to be part of a love triangle or become the reason someone else’s relationship falls apart. That’s simply not the kind of person I want to be.

Some feelings deserve to stay private.

Not because they’re shameful, but because not every feeling needs to become an action.

So I’ll let my imagination remain exactly where it belongs—in these pages.

Tomorrow, I’ll go back to work, say hello if we happen to cross paths (That's never gonna happen 😌), continue living my own life, and keep building the future I’m working so hard for.

Maybe that’s the most mature thing about having a crush:

Knowing that you can feel something deeply, yet still choose to do nothing with it.

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · A Little Crush, Maybe · Part 7 There’s one thing I’m absolutely certain about. I would never, ever confess how I feel.

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A Little Crush, Maybe

Part 7

There’s one thing I’m absolutely certain about.

I would never, ever confess how I feel.

First, because he has a girlfriend. That alone is enough reason for me to respect the boundary.

Second, I don’t want a relationship in the workplace.

I genuinely value my career, the environment I’ve built for myself, and the professionalism I try to maintain. I’ve worked too hard to get where I am, and I don’t want temporary emotions to blur something that’s important to me.

Maybe that’s why I’m comfortable letting this remain exactly what it is—a quiet little crush.

No expectations.

No hidden agenda.

No hoping that one day he’ll magically notice me.

This would be awkward if he does 😭

Just a collection of funny, awkward memories that somehow found their way into these pages.

I think having a crush doesn’t always mean you’re supposed to pursue it.

Sometimes it’s simply your heart reminding you that it’s still capable of admiring someone.

And then, just as quietly as it arrived, it will eventually leave.

Until then, I’ll keep my distance, keep things professional, and probably continue acting like the cool, unreadable coworker everyone thinks I am.

Meanwhile, these pages will know the truth.

And honestly…

I think that’s enough.

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · A Little Crush, Maybe · Part 6 One evening after work, while everyone was clocking out, I happened to see his girlfriend w

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A Little Crush, Maybe

Part 6

One evening after work, while everyone was clocking out, I happened to see his girlfriend waiting to pick him up.

For a brief moment, our eyes met.

Not intentionally.

Just one of those random, passing glances before we both looked away.

I suddenly felt… awkward. 🫠🙂‍↕️

Not because anything happened.

Nothing happened.

I think it was simply the quiet reminder that the little story living inside my head exists only there—in my head.

And strangely, that realization didn’t make me sad.

It made me smile.

Because this was never about chasing someone who wasn’t available.

It was never about wishing someone else’s relationship didn’t exist.

It was simply a tiny crush that wandered into my life without asking for permission.

One that made ordinary workdays a little more amusing.

One that made me replay awkward conversations, laugh at myself for overthinking, and secretly wonder why someone standing awkwardly by a water dispenser could become such a memorable scene.

Maybe some people aren’t meant to become part of our lives.

Maybe they’re just there to remind us that our hearts are still capable of noticing someone, appreciating them from afar, and then quietly letting them go.

I think that’s enough.

Some stories aren’t meant to be lived.

Some are simply meant to be written.

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · A Little Crush, Maybe · Part 5 There was another moment I randomly remembered. I can’t remember if it was at the beginn

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A Little Crush, Maybe

Part 5

There was another moment I randomly remembered.

I can’t remember if it was at the beginning or the end of the workday, but somehow we ended up in the elevator together.

Just the two of us.

He stood in one corner.

I stood in the opposite corner.

The elevator suddenly felt much smaller than it actually was.

Neither of us said a word.

It wasn’t uncomfortable in a bad way… just one of those strangely awkward silences where we both know the other person is there, yet neither of us knows whether to start a conversation.

I guess that’s always been us.

We have interacted before, but only in passing. Never enough to become friends, yet not complete strangers either.

Sometimes I wonder if we’re simply two quiet people who happen to exist in the same space.

One thing I will confess, though…

I do secretly watch him whenever he walks past.

Not in a creepy way. 😆

Just… a quick glance.

Always when he isn’t looking.

If he ever turned around, I’d probably pretend I was deeply interested in a random wall or suddenly remember an urgent email I needed to check.

I’m very committed to protecting my mysterious, emotionally unavailable image. 🤣🫠

The funny thing is, if anyone asked me about him, I’d probably shrug and act like he’s just another coworker.

Meanwhile, here I am, dedicating multiple journal entries to someone I’ve had fewer than ten conversations with.

Life is funny like that.

Maybe one day this little crush will quietly disappear.

Maybe I’ll read these pages months from now and laugh at how my imagination made an entire story out of a handful of ordinary moments.

But for now, I’ll let these memories exist exactly as they are—small, harmless, and quietly tucked away between the pages of my journal.

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💬 0  🔁 0  ❤️ 0 · A Little Crush, Maybe · Part 4 For the record… we almost never make direct eye contact. I’m very committed to acting co