Want

I don't love him. He's a coworker, who has a serious monogamous girlfriend, and I've never been a fan of cheating or workplace romance. But this isn't romance, just sex. I've never been a fan of that either.

Somehow, in spite of all the sense it doesn't make, I love the way he makes me feel. I fall asleep wanting him and kind of hope it can stay like this foreverish

I want you, badly. I waited for a chance to talk to you today but you were always surrounded by people. I tried to smile whenever I thought you were looking in my direction, hoping you would notice me. I can't even begin to tell you how much I wish you would decide you want to get to know me better. I wish I weren't so shy, so I could just initiate the contact.

i want you. i want you so much. everytime i read your words, find that your thoughts match mine. i want your hands and your mouth and your thoughts. your silly smile and your silly hair. i want to fold myself into you and never come out. i want to make you feel alive. i want to make your colors brighter. i want you

I've come to realize that he doesn't want me, as much as i want him.

Or at least that's what it feels like. it could just be paranoia, though.

It's ok if he doesn't, it just hurts a little.

Whatever, I'll get over it.