03. Secret Admirer

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The sun's soft morning rays caressed her face, casting a warm, golden glow on her delicate features.

She yawned, her hair a tousled mess, and yet, she looked stunning in her morning disarray. Her eyes bore that familiar, perplexed expression as she spotted the bouquet of daisies lying at her doorstep.

I held my breath, heart pounding in my chest, as she bent down to pick up the bouquet. I had seen this scene play out many times before, but it never lost its magic.

She examined the daisies, her confusion evident. Who could be leaving these flowers for her every single day? It was a question that had been plaguing her for months, and I reveled in the mystery I had created.

Her gaze darted around, as if hoping to catch a glimpse of the elusive admirer.

I knew she would never find me; I made sure of that. A small, secret smile curled at the corners of my lips as I watched her emotions shift from annoyance to curiosity.

Today was no different. She inspected the daisies with gentle fingers, tracing the delicate petals as if trying to decipher the hidden message behind them.

She couldn't understand why someone would do this, and yet, she never tossed the bouquet aside. Instead, she cradled it close to her chest, taking it with her as she stepped back inside her house.

As she disappeared from view, my heart swelled with affection for her.

I knew I couldn't keep this secret forever, but for now, I cherished the simple joy of watching her reactions.

One day, I promised myself, I would reveal the depth of my feelings and my true identity. Until then, I would continue to be her secret admirer, bringing a touch of beauty to her life each morning, even if it remained veiled in mystery.

I returned to my office and settled into my chair, my thoughts still revolving around her, my secretary, Sarah, knocked gently on my door before entering. She held a delicate envelope in her hand, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Mr. Kim, it's that time of the year again," she said with a knowing smile as she handed me the envelope.

I took it from her, my eyebrows furrowing. "Thank you, Sarah. Do you have any idea who leaves these letters for me?"

She shook her head. "No, sir. It always arrives anonymously, and it's never been postmarked. It's quite the mystery, isn't it?"

I nodded in agreement. It was indeed a mystery that had persisted for years.

Every year, on my birthday, a letter would appear in our company's mailbox, filled with sweet words and affectionate sentiments.

The letters always warmed my heart, but they also left me with a sense of curiosity about the sender's identity.

After Sarah left, I carefully opened the envelope, wondering what words of affection awaited me this time.

The handwriting was elegant, familiar in its consistency from previous years.

[Dear V,

Another year has passed, and here we are, once again, on your special day. I hope this letter finds you in good health and high spirits. I wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude for your existence, for the beautiful music that has touched my life in profound ways.

Your kindness, your artistry, and your warm heart have been a beacon of light in my darkest days. Your music has been my companion through both the joyous and the melancholic moments of my life. It's a solace, a source of inspiration, and a reminder that beauty can be found even in the simplest of melodies.

There were times when I felt lost, alone, and overwhelmed by the challenges that life threw my way. In those moments, I would turn to your music, and it was as if you were speaking directly to my soul. Your voice, your lyrics, and the emotions you poured into your songs became a lifeline for me.

It's a testament to the power of your artistry that you can touch the hearts of people you've never met. You've given me strength, courage, and a sense of connection, and for that, I am eternally grateful.

You may wonder why I choose to remain anonymous, and the truth is, I'm not ready to reveal myself just yet. For now, I find solace in knowing that you are out there, creating beautiful music and continuing to inspire others like me.

So, on this special day, I wanted to express my heartfelt gratitude for being a beacon of light in my life. I hope that one day, when the time is right, we can meet face to face, and I can thank you in person for the profound impact you've had on my life.

Until then, please accept this small token of my affection. Happy birthday, V.

Yours always,
Your Secret Admirer]

A soft smile played on my lips as I finished reading the letter.

The mystery remained unsolved, but the words of affection brought warmth to my heart. I couldn't help but wonder who this secret admirer was and why they chose to remain hidden.

But for now, I was content to cherish these annual letters as a reminder of the affection that existed in the world, even if it came from an anonymous source.

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