Admit it, we had a connection from the moment we met. The proverbial spark, love at first sight. I tried to concentrate on the work at hand, but I felt like a school girl. That first day, for a few hours, I didn’t know what hit me. And then you were gone. I waited the six weeks for you to come back to town, to have that one day to work with you again. I thought it was something I had imagined, made up in my head. But we worked together again. It was awkward at first, because we didn’t know how to act. But as the day wore on, we felt comfortable. You winked at me several times, and I smiled and giggled. I tried to stay professional with work, but it was obvious. The best moment of the day was when you sat next to me while I wrote my paperwork. You said nothing, but sat there with me. It was sweet. You didn’t exist in my world, and now you’re all I think about. I’m not sure what to do with you. We work together once a month. You don’t live here. But you make me think of marriage and children…how is that possible? I don’t know you. But you are what I want. I never would have believed in such a thing, but thank you for making me believe, even if it never happens. You exist, and I am grateful for being reminded of the good I had forgotten.
