Jan 28, 2012 17:04
I wish you knew. I wish I could tell you. All day Friday I let you run through my head, and I am exhausted. I thought about stopping for a second, to ponder on reality for a moment, how you are married after all, and a sad little thought cried out. It complained about how awful it was to go around not 100% convinced that my daydreams were possible.
The worst part is, now that Ive again had some time to think, every time you did tow the line tightly with me, every time I said something slightly flirty back, you probably went home and let it all out on your wife. It would have been hot too.
Im not entirely convinced, though. I sense some trouble in paradise, which is what makes this all the more addicting. If only I could be so unable to take work home with me.
I have, however, decided just how I would broach the subject if you asked me to join you at your new job. I would be honest about how things are going, how I feel about my current job. "but, I gotta tell you, my self esteem is at a negative number right now, so any complement you give me is going to sound nine times nicer than you mean it."
It sounded better in my head.