I haven’t known you long. I met you at work and weeks later you became my co-worker. Brian you make me want you so bad. I hate myself for desiring you. All I want is for you to want me. I want to make you feel wanted. I want you to just look at me and stare in awe. I know that won’t happen. I’m not the ten you’re seeking. I’m only a seven. I died a little when I discovered you are a year and six days younger than me. I can’t find a flaw in you. I’ve looked so hard. Every where. I want to just know what it feels like for you to tell me you love me and mean it in more than just a friendly way. I want to want up behind you with your back turned and tap on your shoulder. Then I want you to turn around. I want to see your jaw drop, because of me. I deserve you. Jesus, you’re so fucking cute. I can’t get you off my mind. Get out of my head! I tell you things, I’m not shy. You’re the same way. I know a conversation like this won’t ever happen. It can’t. Open your eyes. Please.
– hot girl at Arby’s