This Bwogger cannot keep their feelings a secret any longer.
Dear Sushi Guy,
The first time I saw you will be forever ingrained in my mind. It was an exceptionally hot October day, and the scorching sun was touching every corner it could with its warmth. All except one: my heart. Without motivation, I undertook my journey toward Diana to meet with my friend. Despite my objections due to my strong dislike for sushi, she insisted on trying the new freshly-made sushi there. Oh, Sushi Guy, how could I have known? The moment I set eyes on you and told you with a cracking voice that I wanted a Spicy Salmon Roll, I knew it was game over. My life would never be the same.
Oh, Sushi Guy—Sushi Master, if I may—those hands of yours are so special. I beg you, implore you, to show me all the magic they can do. Every time I eat one of the rolls you prepare with those gifts the almighty gods granted you, I ascend to heaven. And there, in paradise, I see you. I see you with your characteristic black hat that reads “The ONE Sushi,” with your black mask that deprives me of the privilege to admire every single of your factions, with your black apron and matching black shirt underneath, with your white button chef coat that suits you so well. Sushi Guy, I apologize if I stare for a minute too long, but you are The ONE Sushi Guy I ever want to get to know.
I cannot comprehend how Diana could ever let you go, for there is no one like you in this entire world. Fuck Diana and everyone who has ever done you any harm. Trust me, I would never do something like that. I would treasure you and those hands. You are so disciplined and hard-working, laboring non-stop from 11 a.m. to 11 p.m. every day of the week. To this, all I got to say is: what a man you are. Paving your way in this cold, cruel world, dealing with clients that don’t see the real you.
And yet, you look so innocent and pure, like a baby sheep, perhaps. I admire you for all you have to endure, and I would strive to take care of you as well as you do with me. Every time I go to Milstein, I know it is going to be alright because there you are. Even though I may not always be able to order because of my limited points standing between us, I never lose the chance to catch a glimpse of you. And when I do, I can’t hide all the emotions that start bottling up. You flash me a smile and say my usual order by heart. Finish my sentence as if you can read my mind. I think it is only appropriate for me to open up my heart and show you the inside. But every time you ask me how I am, I choke and get lost in those dark brownish eyes.
I count the days until I can finally have the privilege of seeing you without a mask. Sushi Guy, I will dream of you until I know your name and everything that comes after that. You are so enigmatic, but that is part of the charm.
Take my order. Take my whole points, too. For I can’t help falling in love with you.
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