Dear M,
I knew you from work. I was supposed to get in touch with you for some matters but I didn't because I thought you were just an intern and I'd rather get in touch with my colleague (your supervisor) to get things done. I can't remember how everything played out next but I knew this: I liked foosball, I spent afternoons playing with my fellow colleagues and I was good at it. You were playing foosball with your fellow interns at the lounge and I couldn't help but want to challenge you at it. So yeah, I kicked your ass that time and it gave me such a high that subsequently we played together often enough, calling for matches after work hours. Sometimes I win, sometimes you win and we would talk online occasionally too.
A crush is a funny thing I can't begin to explain. You made me look forward to going to work, I had heart palpitations, and I couldn't sleep much because I wanted to talk to you online at night and know you better. Sometimes I couldn't sleep even after you went offline and needed to tipple to get me to sleep. When you said that you were sad to leave, I found myself thinking, "yeah I'm upset to see you leave too".
You came back on that day when I was absorbed in my work and I mumbled something in passing because that's what I do when people dropped by my desk and I had no time to entertain them. So imagine my surprise when I looked up and it was you! It totally made my day and I sped up my work in order for a foosball game.
But that's 2 years ago now. It was just a silly, harmless crush, and I'm happy that you found someone to love and I'm happy I've someone whom I care deeply about. Just so you know, I'll still kick your ass at foosball, anytime.
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