Two years ago,
I never knew you existed, a greek hero waiting for history.
I didn't know there's a someone like you
walking on the pavements of this complicated world.
One and a half year ago,
we were asked to attend a meeting.
As I familiarize with the new set of faces,
I set my eyes on you, for the very first time, a greek hero attentively listening to the speakers during that time,
"he's cute and cool," I said to myself,
but I insisted, "no, just stop it, concentrate and listen"
One year ago,
I saw you in your casual yet cool attire,
The door shut when you passed through the glass door,
but you immediately held and opened it when you saw me left behind the other side
At that moment, you became my hero,
my hero who, I knew, didn't hear my "thank you."
I felt guilty, and I can't forget you anymore.
Within that one year,
my boss keeps on insisting that she likes you for me,
I said "no, I am out of his league."
It is true, I will never be a Penelope of a greek hero like you.
I haven't told anyone about my feelings for you
and I let those emotions die.
I tried to stop thinking about you,
and I succeeded without breaking down and cry.
And there I was, no more smiles, no more blushes,
each time I bumped into you along those aisles.
Until one day,
You talked to me - work-related.
My best friend and colleagues-slash-friends-slash-siblings joked you to me as we discuss official matters,
and the rest was history.
For a few months now,
my puppy feelings for you came back,
We now greet each other, we now talk to each other,
We are colleagues, there's no more to that,
I keep on telling my self,
Because I'm a nobody, you are a greek hero and I will never be your Penelope.