May you never know the depth of my affection

In the hushed corners of my heart, where sunlight meets shadows, you dwell. An unwelcome guest, yet welcomed, for you bring a sense of awakening unfamiliar to my once monochrome existence. Your presence, like a haunting melody, entwines around my soul, crafting chords of love and longing in silence.

I am bound, chained to a vow made in a forgotten time, tethered to a love long past its fervor. Yet, here I am, a captive of your gaze that speaks volumes, your smile that traces a thousand paths to my heart. An ember turned flame, a whisper evolved into a song, a secret etched in the parchments of my soul, forbidden and sacred.

In the bustling aisles of our shared mundanity, amidst the drone of printers and click-clack of keys, I find my sanctuary. How I yearn for every stolen moment in your company, every gentle word exchanged. I see your lips curve into a smile and for a fleeting moment, I imagine them whispering words of love meant only for me. Yet, I remain silent, disguising my yearning with casual kindness, my confession hidden in cordial pleasantries.

What a tragic ballet we perform! A dance of two hearts beating in secret syncopation, masked under the guise of professional decorum. Oh, how I yearn to break this decorum, to strip bare the charade, to reveal the raw and uncensored longing that twists within me. But love, this potent brew, must remain untouched, its aroma savored only in the hidden recesses of my heart.

In the canvas of my dreams, I paint us together, immersed in hues of passion, framed in the silhouette of a perfect sunset. But as dawn breaks, so does the illusion. I am reminded of my promise, my obligation, the price of my chosen reality. And so, I retreat into the shadows once more, nurturing a garden of love that may never blossom under the sunlight.

You, the unrequited symphony of my heart, remain a secret verse in my life’s poem. I love you, not in whispered words or longing looks, but in my discretion, my quiet kindness. For in my silent adoration, I honor you, my clandestine love. A love nurtured in the secret chambers of my heart, a love as beautiful as it is painful, as poignant as it is silent.

And thus, the dance continues, the melody unbroken, our story untold. You, my colleague, my friend, my secret love – may you never know the depth of my affection, for it is a love that must bloom in the night, its fragrance carried only by the moon’s sigh, a secret shared only with the stars…