The secret admirer, originally uploaded by dougellin.I am at work counting down to when I can finally cut out and head to Isabelle’s Kindergarten graduation when I get a call.
“Hello?”
“Is this Shevonne Polastre?” says a husky voice at the other end of the phone.
“Yes?”
“Hi, I have some flowers for you.”
I am somewhat hard of hearing (I need subtitles when I watch movies), so I thought that I heard wrong. Also, I have never received flowers, except once. I was 19, and my date gave me a single rose on our first date. Therefore, it has been a long time.
“Excuse me?”
“I am at your house, and I have some flowers for you.”
“Oh! Err…ummmm…could you leave them in front of my door? I’m at work” I responded.
“Ok, will do.”
We exchanged goodbyes, and I am left here wondering who sent me flowers? I went through the usual suspects. I contacted the ones I still talk to, and they all said no. This feeling that I have is something that I haven’t felt since high school. The giddiness of a secret admirer who secretly worships you without ever revealing who he/she is.
There is one person left, but I seriously doubt that it’s him. The last time we communicated was his goodbye email to me saying that he was done with our relationship. It took me awhile, but I have finally come to terms that it is over, and now I get these secret flowers? Is it him? Is this his way of apologizing? No, I felt when I got that email that it was finally the end.
Then who is it? In a way, I hope the card is blank or is signed “Your Secret Admirer,” so I can keep this feeling. It will probably be the last time that I feel this way, and I don’t want to lose it.
