• Yes, I understand that this is a workplace…

    by  • July 3, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Love - Pure and Simple • 0 Comments

    Dear C.,
    I understand that you are my boss. I get that we work with children, and we can’t go having a relationship and it is probably against company policy. But I want you to know something that I am fairly sure that you do not know. I am utterly and endlessly in love with you. You are fantastically hilarious, extremely cute and oh my lord you smell so good. And the kids adore you, and clearly so do I. Yes, you are my boss, but you are also only two years older than me. And I wish so much that you could see me the way I see you. I can’t stop thinking about you, and honestly I have never felt this way about anyone before. Yes, I have had other boyfriends, but they felt more like comfort than ‘love’. And if this is something taboo, or you just aren’t interested in me, please stop asking for my help. Stop being so adorable, and stop smelling so good. I understand that you can’t realistically stop doing any of these things, because they are things that make you you, and things that I love about you. And just thinking about you stopping all those things, and stop talking to me makes me feel ill. So clearly I don’t wish that you would stop those things, but maybe I wish that I wasn’t so enchanted by you. And you have now several times decided to go for a quick swim, so I also see you constantly with your shirt off. And even when you have spent all day being lovely with the kids and you smell like it, you still smell so good. I read somewhere once that people are attracted to each other by smells, and that when someone is compatible with you they smell virtually intoxicating. Now I realize that I sound like a crazy person talking all about how good you smell. And the thought of never getting to be with you, which is more likely than not, literally reduces me to tears. I love you, and I want to know everything about you. I suppose it is lucky that we have to spend so much time outside because every time you talk to me or, you know, walk around without your shirt on, I can feel my cheeks turning beet red, but I can chalk it up to getting a sun burn! But enough with the jokes, because this is a letter about unrequited love. And I’m sure it will remain that way, as much as I wish and hope that it would not. I am so in love with you that you are all I can think about, and all I can dream about. I love you and I wish that I didn’t. I love you so much. I wish I could tell you, but I doubt I ever will.

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