He told me I was shy

It was 16 years ago that a blonde haired, blue eyed man stood behind me in my office cubicle. He put his hand on my shoulder, leaned down and kissed my cheek. He then whispered, I know the real you. You’re very shy. You pretend.

Tears leaked from the corners of my eyes and streamed down my chin. For no one had ever gotten me like that before. I knew in that instant I had fallen in love with him.

He stood up and walked away. Our friendship was never the same after that. We never spoke again. How he ever figured me out I will never know.