She looked at him straight into his eyes as if she was trying to convey all these feelings of love that had been accumulated since she met him and they made her feel like she would drown.
He had no idea.. Or did he? He kept telling her typical things regarding work and she found it difficult to concentrate to his words. She gazed at his lips, so kissable indeed, his smart eyes, his gentle yet manly hands.
She knew she couldn’t have him, in all aspects he was a tampoo. She kept dreaming about him almost every night. She dreamt of romantic dreams, him hugging her, lying next to her, her grabbing his hands and softly kissing him on the lips.. The next day she had to play cool, like nothing was going on inside her but there were times that she would interprete every smile of him like a love sign.
The days went by and she was wondering whether she should tell the truth and quit, the truth that she was utterly in love with him and this fact inhibited her working-and not only – functionality. She knew though that the only reason to reveal her secret would be that she deeply hoped that he felt the same. Her confession would give him the opportunity to express his feelings for her and then .. then what? She couldn’t figure out the rest, her mind was stuck in the present, trying to suck in every inch of his image while talking to her, remember every word or move that showed interest so she could secretely live her dream. She had to move on, but she simply couldn’t.
To be continued…