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There is this one lady that I always admire from the distance. She may appear fragile, a delicate lady that you thought you need to protect all your life but once she gets to open her mouth and hear her talk, you know in an instant that she has what it takes to rule the world. A petite lady with a huge personality, she never fails to make her presence felt effortlessly the moment she walks her way amidst the crowd. She smiles like it was only meant for you. She talks with you like you are the only person that matters to her. Whenever she passes, I would always wonder what it’s like to be close to her. What it's like to share intimate secrets with her that you know it will be protected the way she protects herself.
Funny, but I did dare attempt to offer my friendship once. I smiled at her, greeted her yet all I got was a nonchalant smile and probably one that she can hardly remember. Yet that didn’t lessen my admiration for her. Every time that she would pass my way, I would simply follow her with my eyes until she blended with the rest. Then I again would wonder to myself what it’s like to be close to her.
Whenever I pass by her station, I can see her attentively focused and immersed on her work and she never noticed that I would stare at her with unrelenting appreciation. And then again I would wonder to myself what’s like to be close to her.
Probably she knows me by my name all because I figured out in a few call quality issues. But that name does not go with the face that she can recall. Probably she hated me at one instance because an issue associated with me challenged her. I don’t know… all I know is I look up to her like a powerful goddess standing on her pedestal.
Joice… that’s how she is fondly called by all those people familiar to her. Every time I would hear somebody calls her name, I would turn my head and look around where she would be coming from or where she would be heading to. I never fail to admire her from a distance. And then again I would wonder to myself what’s like to be close to her.
Funny, but I did dare attempt to offer my friendship once. I smiled at her, greeted her yet all I got was a nonchalant smile and probably one that she can hardly remember. Yet that didn’t lessen my admiration for her. Every time that she would pass my way, I would simply follow her with my eyes until she blended with the rest. Then I again would wonder to myself what it’s like to be close to her.
Whenever I pass by her station, I can see her attentively focused and immersed on her work and she never noticed that I would stare at her with unrelenting appreciation. And then again I would wonder to myself what’s like to be close to her.
Probably she knows me by my name all because I figured out in a few call quality issues. But that name does not go with the face that she can recall. Probably she hated me at one instance because an issue associated with me challenged her. I don’t know… all I know is I look up to her like a powerful goddess standing on her pedestal.
Joice… that’s how she is fondly called by all those people familiar to her. Every time I would hear somebody calls her name, I would turn my head and look around where she would be coming from or where she would be heading to. I never fail to admire her from a distance. And then again I would wonder to myself what’s like to be close to her.
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| a pretty face with a gorgeous smile |
