There is one image of you I’ll never forget. That day you had on a white shirt and a tie, dark pants. You looked like you were in need of a shave. Something like a caveman. Someone joked that you needed a cut like your co-worker/employee who had freshly shaved for the first time. But I thought wow… that is the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. He is so fucking perfect. I love his bush beard. I love his greying hair. I love his thin lips. I love his dark eyes. I love his plain white button down shirt. I love his socks. I love his scruffy hair. You stood side by side with him and I compared you in my mind. He made you look like a giant. His clean shaved 23 year old face could not compare to yours. You were amazing! I flirted with him to make you jealous too. I miss the way we stared at each other for too long. How you followed me down the corridor sometimes. How you got jealous when I spoke to that same coworker of yours. How I wanted to knock out any girl who dared speak of you with affection. I could not shut up about you. I wasn’t afraid to say “I love him”, even though I might had not really. My day would be incomplete without seeing you for a minute. I cried so much when I left. Only God could explain how terrible I felt. Alligator tears. It was all because I would not see your face again.