I can recall, all those hours, minutes, seconds, that I spent looking at him from afar. Behind the tall bookshelves of the library, among dusty books I would peek, just to catch a glimpse of him. I would stand there, or when my feet would start to hurt, I’d sit on the plain floor at an angle where I can continue my ‘silent’ watching.
He’s always there, on Monday mornings, sitting on the seat I loved to call his ‘favourite spot’. Although I didn’t know if it was his favourite spot or it was just the only space vacant at the times he chose to visit the library. Eyes furrowed, staring seriously at the laptop in front of him, sometimes casually flicking through pages of his book. On some days a friend would also be sitting there, but my ultimate focus was on him. It always was.
I didn’t know what pulled me towards him. Sometimes my lips would paint a small smile on my face, when he nods his head, apparently he found what he was looking for in his book then he would type away as if there was no tomorrow. He looked a little childish at those times. It even made me giggle. Maybe it was his simple self, wrapped up in whatever he’s doing at the moment, that completely enchanted me. Or the way he takes of his glasses and closes his eyes.
And then one day… our eyes met. I cursed under my breath as my heart skipped a beat and my stomach filled with the annoying butterflies. I awkwardly concentrated on the book in front of me and tried not to look at him again. One glance and it nearly took my breath away.
He’s a stranger!
I kept on yelling that in my head. But the fuzzy warm feeling won’t step away…
Quickly, I scribbled a little note on the piece of paper I ripped from my book.
I love you.
Your Secret Admirer.
My hand was trembling as I hesitated. I must have lost my mind, thinking that I could just walk up to him, give a pretty smile, drop the note on his table and walk away. Did I hit my head or something? I tore the note into pieces and left my hiding place. Yes, between the bookshelves with dusty books. I looked forward to next Monday. Always.
Sunday, 23 May 2010
From Your Secret Admirer posted by Nanda
Posted by Soph and Nanda at 05:12 4 comments
Tuesday, 4 August 2009
Secret Admirer posted by Ananda
Secret Admirer
Quietly (sshhh...)
I put the letter on your desk
Quietly(sshhh...)
I went out of the class
Oh, oh quietly
I felt something in my heart go hooo oh oh
Reff:
Secret admirer
That's who I am
The one that always dreamt of you
Secret admirer
Your number one fan
The one that always thinks of you
Quietly
I was praying for you
to notice me
Quietly
I was praying for you
to love me
Reff:
Your secret admirer
That's who I am
The one that always dreamt of you
Secret admirer
Your number one fan
The one that always thinks of you
You never know when true love comes
No, no (2x)
You never know when he suddenly notice you
So come on baby lets go!
Reff:
Your secret admirer
That's who I am
The one that always dreamt of you
Secret admirer
Your number one fan
The one that always thinks of youNanda: Woops! I'm embarassing myself with this song. But this is actually my first song that I wrote which got an applause from my friends :P The sshhh.. part like when you try to sush noisy people, is a background voice that my friends did for me while I sang it in front of my arts and music teacher! Don't like it? Love it? Throw all those comments at me!