This is going on too long. We see each other passing by so often. I smile and smile. Sometimes you smile, sometimes you seem to avoid my gaze and your face seems frozen. I chat with you when I can think of an excuse. I don’t know what to do. Is it still not clear that I like you? Is it that you don’t like me? One can only be sick to one’s stomach with suspense for so long. This is a place of work, one can’t be too blatant. Drop me some hints, love. I have really tried to give one or two to you. This is so difficult. Meeting you, I came to life again for a time, after being petrified for SO long. Please don’t let me turn back into stone again…please try to break free of your own bedrock casings! Molten and flowing is so much nicer…Oh, and I wouldn’t say no to the occasional eruption either, darling. See me, talk to me, melt a little! Just a small, glowing rivlet snaking its way toward me…that’s all I ask!