In a peaceful little town, a young woman by the name of Emily used to work in a small bookstore. Emily loved stocking the shelves with books and helping customers discover their next read. She was always content with her quiet life. But recently, she began to observe an amusing development.
She discovered a small note with her name on it on the counter every morning when she went to the bookstore. Always brief and pleasant, the messages would include things like, “Have a wonderful day, Emily,” or “You look lovely today.” She initially believed they were from her coworkers, but when she questioned them about it, they gave her a weird look.
A few weeks later, while going through a book, Emily discovered another message that had been hidden inside. I’ve been keeping an eye on you, Emily, for a time, the note said. Your grin is just stunning. I hope it’s alright if I keep sending you brief notes like this. Emily’s heartbeat picked up speed. Who was the unknown sender of these notes to her?
As the days went by, Emily began to anticipate the little letters and even to make an effort to identify her potential secret admirer. She began compiling a list of potential suspects, but no one seemed to be the right match. Was it the elderly man who frequented the store each week to read the papers? Or perhaps the quiet college student who came in to study every day?
As the messages went on, Emily noticed that she was growing more and more intrigued. She began to have a slight crush on her secret admirer and would frequently catch herself thinking about the person who might be responsible for the notes.
When Emily arrived at work one day, she discovered a little bouquet of flowers and a message that said, “I hope you like these, Emily. You merit to be treated with respect. Emily swirled the flower stems in her fingers and couldn’t help but smile. Her unidentified admirer was acting more daring.
The following several weeks saw Emily continue to receive gifts from her admirer in secret.A new bookmark, a sweet jewelry, and some chocolates. Each time, the notes got a little bit longer and more intimate. Whoever they were, Emily felt as though she was falling for them.
Emily reached the conclusion that she had had enough one day. She needed to identify her hidden admirer. Her own note, which she left on the counter, asked if the unknown person would meet her outside the store when it closed. She lingered after work and laid a trap.
Emily waited outside the bookstore as the sun started to drop, her heart racing. She felt both anxious and eager at the same time.She spotted a figure approaching her after what seemed like a lifetime, and her breath seized in her throat.
The college student was the one who consistently came in to study.
He asked, appearing bashful and uneasy, “Emily?”
The question “Is it you?” Emily questioned incredulously.
The young man apologized to her while nodding his head. I’m sorry if this is strange, but I simply wanted to be kind to you.
Emily couldn’t even speak. Although she had always found the college student to be endearing, she had never had the guts to approach him. And there he was, her constant covert admirer.
Following that evening, Emily and her unidentified admirer began dating and discovered they had a lot in common.They both enjoyed reading, going on outdoor hikes, and having in-depth coffee chats. The fact that her hidden admirer turned out to be the ideal match for her left Emily speechless.
Emily questioned her husband why he had started writing her those notes all those years ago as they sat together on a park bench and watched the sunset years later.
He smiled and added, “I just thought you were gorgeous. I tried to make your day brighter, but somehow it turned into something more.
With gratitude for the small stroke of luck that had brought them together, Emily placed her head against his shoulder. Even now, she occasionally discovered tiny messages hidden around their home as a reminder of the wonderful and unanticipated way they had met. She couldn’t picture her life without him.
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Ariba Abbas
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