79. Secret Admirer

I never really fancied myself as a secret admirer. I bethought myself a person who was simply too shy, who prefered to love from a distance. But I suppose that's what a secret admirer is.

I'll fall in love with someone and fancy that it is known. I will live through the love in my thoughts built and embellished from true snips of our lives. And in this way, I am your lover.

But you never knew. It's a secret. Such a wonderfully delicious secret. It's the secret that keeps it alive. Because wouldn't it just be too strange for the two of us to actually be in love? Ridiculous. So you can't know. Or else our true selves would be revealed and the fun of playing the part would ruin the act. It has to stay a secret.

I couldn't love you otherwise.