When I like someone, I don’t want them to have the slightest idea of what I feel. I like admiring people at a safe distance, like an invisible admirer. Because seriously, I don’t need them to like me back or something. That’s not why I liked them at the first place.
I like someone because of their talent. The way they put passion into things. Or the way they doesn’t seem to care about what others might think. The way they read their book and put all their attention into it like it’s the only thing that exists. The way they drink coffee like it the blood that flows through their veins. The way they lit up a room when they smile. So sincere and so warm. I may be attracted by their faith. Whether it may be to their religion, or their faith in humanity. It’s really not just about the looks. To tell you honestly, looks doesn’t matter most of the time. It’s their personality really that makes it hard for you to look the other way.
There’s a special kind of joy when you feel something for someone without expecting anything in return. And I don’t know, sometimes it scares me when they acknowledge it. Like it lessens the rarity of the moment. Maybe it’s because of the chance that they might start acting differently once they know. Once they become more aware. And it just ruins it.
I hope you don’t think that I’m some sort of a stalker. It’s not like that. It’s just that there so much to admire in this world and it’s even more amazing when they’re unaware of their own beauty.