Love is something that everybody desires deep in their heart. That desire to be loved has the power to motivate us to do things above and beyond ourselves, even if it might seem irrational.
And to be honest, I think I made that decision. And very irrational one at that.
Her name is Myra, but people call her the ice princess. And that title is pretty accurate, although it might seem cliche. I remember one of our superstar employees, uhm I think his name was David. He was handsome and well built, and generally liked by many of the women in our office. One day, out of nowhere, he publicly confessed to her in front of everybody.
"I love you, please go out with me!" He shouted with an outstretched boutique of flowers.
Even from the back, where I sat in my cubicle, I already knew her answer just by the expression on her face. It was stone cold, unmoving, like the confession of love just breezed right past her.
Words are words. And by themselves, they don't hold much value. But combined together, they can create a statement that can encourage people to live at the highest standard or push them into the edge of despair. And this woman, who stood in front of the entire crowd of our office, would say these 3 words that would completely demolish his existence.
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"I would never." She replied.
I think he quit his job after that. I would too.
Anyway after that, no man would ever dare to say a word to her. She was a woman too far out of reach. And I reminded myself of this truth everyday so that I could avoid that same fate. But like I said, Love can be irrational.
One day out of nowhere, I looked in her direction as she was photocopying documents for our next event. She caught my eye. Although cold-hearted, she was a beautiful woman, who was elegant and confident, just like a princess should be. From that day forth, I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. It got worse and worse and worse until I couldn't even sleep. I would toss and turn, and whenever I closed my eyes, I would see her. It was torture. And so I decided, to my utmost dismay, that I would confess my love for her. Even if I was rejected it didn't matter because this burden was too much to bear. And so that fateful day came:
"I love you. Please go out with me!" I bowed to the floor, not out of formality, but because I did not want to see her stone cold expression looking down upon me. I braced myself, preparing for impact.
But not a word was said. I stayed in a bowing position, thinking that maybe she was relishing in the fact that she seized another victim. But after a long minute I realized something was up. So I raised my head slowly just to take a peek.
Black heels, tapered skirt, white button-down, Oh she's wearing earrings, it looks pretty on her.
Wait what?!? Holy mother of...
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"Yes. I w-would l-l-love to g-go out with you." She abashed
Huh? No wayyy.