I’m waiting to see your smile, see you studiously be regarding your laptop in your office as I pass by. I hope you’ll come to check how things are with me, but I suspect you’ll be too busy. I’m also busy with so many things, but I regularly find myself fighting the urge to text you. If you wanted to, you could, but you’re probably deeply involved and despite the flirting so many months ago, you choose silence. Still, I love seeing you smile and it’s so good to see the worry lines gone from your brow. I used to want to stroke them away. I’m just glad you are happier.