Dear Stringboy,

I remember meeting you in my first year of stay in this unknown world. You were holding your guitar in a way that made my eyes go straight to you and put me at ease. And when you played those strings, my lips went thin and formed a tiny smile.

I saw you once in a week since then. I always gaze at you whenever you pull those strings with your virility oozing and suffocating me. I was dumbstruck on how talented you are and it made me want to know more about you. At first it was a simple infatuation. Infatuation on how flawless you play those strings, how effortless you make my heart sing and how easy you can give me butterflies.

I know that you don’t know my name. But I’m hoping against hope that you will. :)

Now your actions are honesty confusing me. Last week you're acting strangely sweet. Meeting my eyes, caught you gazing at me and staying as close as heavens allowed. (It's not normal you know, it give me goosebumps in a good way. Gosh! Overthinking again tee-hee) Then now we are standing as far as the two ends of a rainbow. And maybe I am over reacting cos yes, I am prone of making stories in my head: fairytale stories it can be, elephants flying, hippopotamus moaning or ogre in flight finding for a maiden to satisfy his growling stomach. I have a little castle and pet unicorns in my head. But yes, I am more inclined of the negative side now. Then suddenly, you looked at me with those ogling eyes and I don’t know how to read it. So I snap out of my reverie and try not to over think things again.

We never talked nor made a civilized conversation. We communicate through our eyes and actions and I am bad at body language you know. And I desperately know that it is in a million chances that you know me. (Even though I caught you waiting for me outside the women’s comfort room) For heaven’s sake you ARE too handsome for my own good, you have your own band that performs in different bars so I won’t be riddled if you have number of fans. So tell me, am I just over thinking your actions? Maybe it doesn’t mean anything to you while I act pathetically thinking you notice me too? Huh, too much thinking I guess.

Yours to infinity,

Little pathetic me

PS. I love you like a never ending rainbow. And I never stop loving you, cause I don’t want to. Please burn it after reading it. :)