Post your Secret Admirer Confessions:

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:she got a big booty so I call her "big booty"

How do you know her?

[Anonymous]

You Cool Cat,

I still miss you. It's already been five days to one whole year. I was elated to find you; someone with an identical music taste. There was something calm and soothing about your nature. You were the only person I could relate to that much, though I still regret my words and actions to this day. I am sorry about what I said the next day. I was so insensitive and immature. What could I have done differently? What a shame it never worked out. We were and are still young, and I hope the best for you. I know you have lots of great potential to mature these next few years.

By the way, I wrote a long letter to you before the end of it, because I knew things weren't going to work out anyways. Maybe I took astrology too seriously, but astrology let me predict your every move too. Don't worry too much about it, it's already been a year. You must have lost your spark for me. The last time I saw you smile at me was over the screen - I briefly caught it and quickly hid mine behind my long sleeves. This summer I wanted to speak to you again, but I immediately caught on that you didn't want to be friends either. So I guess I'm going to find another person, like you recommended, that also has my music taste and such, because losing you was losing someone to share my creative thoughts with.

I know we didn't talk much. Maybe because we were so scared of showing our vulnerable sides to each other. But I remembered all the snarky comments you made about others when I was with you. I reread all your old messages and paid lots of attention to what words you chose to use with people. And after everything, I remembered how you briefly stopped using a phrase you would always used because I started to use it too. And then I stopped paying attention to you. I saw the new messages you made and laughed a bit, but stopped talking too after I realized it wasn't a good place for me to be anymore. I didn't forget that time you gave my beloved pets a bad name. You are young, and immature too. You are older than me. But I'm disappointed. I'm sorry, but the career you're choosing is volatile. I hope you make it through this tough world with your lyrical phrases.

Your mother may have been on this forum too, though I doubt she'll make it to this quandary of the forums. She is wonderful mother and her son is strikingly handsome, but he has got a long way to develop: as an adult and well, an artist.

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:You Cool Cat,

I still miss you. It's already been five days to one whole year. I was elated to find you; someone with an identical music taste. There was something calm and soothing about your nature. You were the only person I could relate to that much, though I still regret my words and actions to this day. I am sorry about what I said the next day. I was so insensitive and immature. What could I have done differently? What a shame it never worked out. We were and are still young, and I hope the best for you. I know you have lots of great potential to mature these next few years.

By the way, I wrote a long letter to you before the end of it, because I knew things weren't going to work out anyways. Maybe I took astrology too seriously, but astrology let me predict your every move too. Don't worry too much about it, it's already been a year. You must have lost your spark for me. The last time I saw you smile at me was over the screen - I briefly caught it and quickly hid mine behind my long sleeves. This summer I wanted to speak to you again, but I immediately caught on that you didn't want to be friends either. So I guess I'm going to find another person, like you recommended, that also has my music taste and such, because losing you was losing someone to share my creative thoughts with.

I know we didn't talk much. Maybe because we were so scared of showing our vulnerable sides to each other. But I remembered all the snarky comments you made about others when I was with you. I reread all your old messages and paid lots of attention to what words you chose to use with people. And after everything, I remembered how you briefly stopped using a phrase you would always used because I started to use it too. And then I stopped paying attention to you. I saw the new messages you made and laughed a bit, but stopped talking too after I realized it wasn't a good place for me to be anymore. I didn't forget that time you gave my beloved pets a bad name. You are young, and immature too. You are older than me. But I'm disappointed. I'm sorry, but the career you're choosing is volatile. I hope you make it through this tough world with your lyrical phrases.

Your mother may have been on this forum too, though I doubt she'll make it to this quandary of the forums. She is wonderful mother and her son is strikingly handsome, but he has got a long way to develop: as an adult and well, an artist.

That's a lot of information. Maybe his mother might recognize you or her son. This question was about an old admirer anyway, not about your 'ex.'

[Anonymous]

Anonymous wrote:Almost 20 years since the first butterfly, and that feeling still ignites me. My admiration for you isn’t much of a secret, since a love like ours inspires more of the same. You have always been, and always will be, my only. I love you, and I love us.

Awww...