Dear... Dearest AMPE
Being anonymous isn't all that fun, but the thrill of it is gripping. Hope-reigned letters that you received are from me, the one who doesn't have any courage to come up to you and admit everything, to man up and tell you the truth.
What's up with this website? If you'll ever browse upon this, it's just right to let you know how much I like you. I admire you from afar, my inspiration. Very unlikely that I would be attracted to such a beautiful and brilliant woman such as you yet here I am. Here I am today. How can I tell you that it's me, your plain workmate who noticed you a bit too late? A co-employee who moves around the institution aimlessly at times trying to get you out of my mind but it seems that it only grows stronger and better and every time we see each other or just when I see a sight of you I don't know what I do - my mates see me look at you with loving eyes and I guess I can say that's true. True enough, this much is true.
Perhaps I long to know you better, but I don't know how to reach you without sounding too needy in our real working and waking hours. That's why I thought of sending you anonymous letters. Hope-reigned, admiration-filled, comic relief letters. I do hope you liked reading them just as much as I wrote them with you in mind.
Now I fervently pray that all this may somehow figure itself out. I want to tell you that it's me, but the thought of it kills me knowing that nothing will be reciprocated, knowing that someone else has already won your heart for a very long time.
I like you so much and I hope it'll not grow with each passing day. I like you so much that it'll be bittersweet if you end up with him. I hope he will love and care for you just as much as you do and I know he will.
I like you but I guess everything's too late.