Ohhh, my dear beloved,

Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever truly meet you.

I sit at night,

My mind wanders—

Then the thought of you

Makes it stop.

Gives me tingles in my soul.

I feel it…

Connected to you.

Your words do something inside of me—

Make me think deeply,

Make me reflect on the man behind the screen.

I tried

To get your attention,

But nothing ever worked.

So I chose silence.

Not because I’m afraid you’ll never get to me,

But because I believe what’s mine will find me.

But I wonder…

How does she get his attention?

She’s bubbly, friendly, cracks jokes—

They seem to get along.

And it hurts.

There’s this feeling of jealousy I get

When the both of you banter with each other.

And there I am,

The girl he’ll never look at.

Oh, how it feels—

To love someone, but they don’t know.

How it feels to read their words,

Yet they never find out

That there’s a moron

Smiling like a creep

When they read a single line of their words.

Dear beloved,

You don’t know me.

What I look like—

Neither do I.

But you did one thing:

Grabbed my heart

With your words.

And I hope one day

We’ll become all the stories I imagined of the both of us.

And if not…

Khair, bi idhnillah.