What are the chances?

Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I have been a fan of yours for the longest time. I’m not talking about fans like the ones who idolize a person from afar. I’m talking more like, I see what you’re doing, and I want to see you succeed. I want to see you be happy.

I want to see you smile.

All of this had to be done from afar. I couldn’t even tell you because that’d ruin the opportunity for me to get to know you. Keep in mind that I don’t have the confidence that you’re already used to. As much as I have seen your eyes from afar, I could hardly look at you for too long because what would happen if I got lost in them?

What are the chances that the universe would slowly do me favors little by little? I’ve heard from a wise man that when you put your intentions to the universe, the universe gets straight to work doing whatever it needs to do to make your dreams a reality.

Well, I’ve done the dreaming. And now, all I needed was a few favors. Favors that I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to pay back. They say curiosity killed the cat, but that curiosity would’ve killed me. Imagine not knowing if we’d be a match.

I’ve settled for far too long for that.

I guess the fucked up part is finding out we were it, right? Fucked up because I should’ve been there with you since the beginning.