I Express Myself Through Writing

There's this girl at work. I see her once or twice a week. Sometimes not at all.

First time I saw her it was at some company presentation. When she walked in she stuck out to me right away. There's something very striking about her. A bit solemn too, and I like that. Maybe it's just her expression but she rarely looks happy. For all the millions of reasons why, who knows.

She keeps staring at me. Ya know, a guy wonders at a passing glace but I'm not naive. She stopped being coy some time ago.

She's been hinting. Trying at first just to get me to notice her. She didn't need to try, but she's getting more bold now. Ya know, it's funny in a cruel way. Any guy would already be talking to her and half way to seeing if she's single. She doesn't know me though.

After all I've been through I can't in good conscience initiate anything. Feels unfair. Like signing up for a marathon when your legs are broken. They'll heal, but... before the race is over?

I wonder if she'll give up. I can't encourage her, but there's part of me that hopes she'll seize one of these moments. It'd be nice to get to know someone with all the entanglements of attraction, curiosity, hope and butterflies.

Then again maybe she'll be another one of those psychopaths that seem to like me so much.

So, it's kinda nice. Kinda trouble. Kinda unexpected.