After weeks of quiet glances and silent what-ifs, I never imagined fate would bring him closer — especially on a day I never meant to stand out.
It was my birthday at the office — a day I had hoped would pass quietly. I brought donuts for my team, not realizing most were working from home. The break room felt too big, the celebration too small. Out of quiet embarrassment, I invited the other team to join — including him.
I hadn't meant for it to happen that way.
I wasn't ready.
It was supposed to be simple, quiet.
But fate — clumsy, mischievous — had other plans.
Instead of my friend calling everyone else first, she called him.
The moment I heard his name, my heart dropped. I felt heat rush to my cheeks, nerves scrambling in all directions.
Still, somehow — through the panic and pounding heartbeat — I found the courage to invite him myself. Properly, this time.
He smiled. That quiet, gentle smile of his. And said yes.
We walked together to the outdoor area — just the two of us.
He made small talk, and I nodded along, only half-hearing, half-dreaming.
Then, casually, almost playfully, he asked: "Were you the one who sent the perfume?"
My heart nearly stopped. I could barely meet his eyes.
But I nodded. "Yes," I said, my voice barely a whisper.
He smiled again. "Matagal na," he said softly — he had known for a long time.
Something inside me trembled. A mix of fear, relief, and the need to finally say it — all of it.
So I did. I told him the truth:
That yes, I liked him. That I didn't expect anything from him. That my feelings weren't meant to pressure or confuse.
I just wanted to know him. To be friends, if he would let me. Nothing more. No expectations. No demands.
He looked at me for a moment — quietly, thoughtfully. Then, he smiled. Offered his hand.
And said, "Let's not be awkward. We can be friends."
That moment — small, simple, and sincere — felt like sunlight cracking through a long, quiet sky.
We even took a photo together. I tucked it away like a fragile treasure, a memory I didn't want to lose.
Later, I added him on Instagram. He followed back. A tiny, glowing ember of hope lit inside me — warm, real.
And for a little while, that was enough.