You are killing me here. Why do you have to be in love with that guy you work with? And you won’t even tell him to see if it could work? I hate the way he makes you happy when he’s “on” and sad when he’s “off”…whenever we are together there are never anything but smiles. I semi-selfishly wish you would talk to him, not only because you’re wearing yourself down wondering, also because you’re not going to be happy until you do, but also because if things don’t work with you two it could possibly open up the door for you and I. Please. I love you.