The Man Who Can Speak Seven Languages

We first crossed paths 2.5 years ago. It was in a business setting, the kind where you run into someone, says hello, and then move on, never realizing that this meeting will alter your life forever. I had no idea that this coworker (a Boss but never acted like one), who appeared to be little more than that, would go on to change the way I saw love, knowledge, and connection.

A real gentleman in every way, he is. Then again, he is a lot more than that.

The seven languages he is fluent in flow together.

Whenever he moves between them, it’s as if I am seeing a dance, not a mere talk, but one that knows no boundaries, no era limitations. Words, in his view, are more than simply means of expression; they may also lead us to deeper comprehension, deeper connections, and the core of our humanity. And each and every one of them charms me.

I didn’t give it much thought when we initially met. Something changed, though, as the years went by. He took on the role of mentor, helping me overcome obstacles in my career and inspiring me to achieve more than I had ever imagined as possible. Everything changed, though, as he looked at me. Unlike everyone else, he gave me faith in my abilities and he still does. He made me feel valued as more than just a friend or coworker; his expertise, compassion, and unfaltering faith in my abilities helped me realize my full potential.

I value the term “bestie” that he uses to describe me the most. It is not about this word; it’s the way he delivers these soft pearls that makes all the difference. As if it were something only we could comprehend, his voice becomes huskier as he says it.

Still, it seems like there’s a chasm (a gap)between us every time he refers to me as his best friend; a chasm that I am unsure how to bridge.

Why?

Because deep down I know it’s true: I am head over heels for him.

My sentiments for him had been building for a long time, but I didn’t fully admit my love for him until last year. As time went on, I became more conscious of how intense my feelings were, how my heart would race whenever he talked, and how I would cling to his every word. I kept it a secret from him, though because I was terrified of being vulnerable and showing my emotions. What if he is perpetually incapable of seeing me as an equal?

He possesses exceptional intelligence, poise, and physical prowess. He is an expert at life, not only in languages.

How could an average person like me possibly deserve him in such a manner? Like an unspoken fact between us, my love for him grows slowly and silently every day.

But I refrain myself from putting my love into words. I am afraid to take a chance by admitting how I really feel because I think the consequences could be disastrous. A continual burden rests on my chest from the worry of losing him or altering our current situation.

Should I be mistaken? How about I take this connection to an extreme?

I would love to communicate with him in every language spoken by humans. When words would fail me, I want to convey my feelings through art. My admiration and esteem for him are immeasurable and unfathomable.

Please know this to be true. To put into words how he makes me feel, would be an injustice. Even though I haven’t accomplished much, his positive view of me gives me faith in my abilities. He seems to see into my innermost being when he looks at me, and at that instant, I am empowered to take on the world or Be anything.

Still, I can not get over the feeling that I am inadequate, no matter how strong our connection is or how my pulse races whenever he is around.

Where would I fit in?

He is a man who has experienced life from a thousand different perspectives and who is fluent in seven languages. It’s just me, a woman who always feels insignificant. So I keep my mouth shut, allowing my feelings for him to blossom subtly within me.

I can’t be the only one who has experienced this, am I? Having fallen for someone who appears too ideal and out of our reach is something that a lot of people have gone through. That subtle yearning that is always there, simply waiting for the right moment to surface. The terror of letting the other person in and exposing a side of yourself that you doubt they would ever fully comprehend.

I must ask, have you ever found yourself in a similar predicament?

Where love blossoms quietly, gradually?

Where telling the truth, which is what you really want to do, is paralyzed by the fear of rejection?

If you were in my shoes, would you take a chance and say what is on your mind?

OR,

Would you just prefer to keep quiet, clinging to your emotions in the vain hope that everything will work out in the end?

Your opinions and experiences would be greatly appreciated. Can you relate to the feeling of being captivated by someone whose mere presence evokes conflicting emotions, inspiration and fear?

Let’s share more on this.

Remember that the stories we keep to ourselves sometimes contain the most impact.