I think I love her.
They way her hair falls, the say her smile crinkles, and especially the way she says my name.
We have never been close.
She worked in the other side of the office, 158 steps away from me, right outside of the boss' office.
Small talk with her was always a risk. Papers had to copied, emails had to be read and responded to, meetings scheduled and confirmed. I saw her constantly trying to finish everything on time but the Boss would call her into his office again and she would leave 5 minutes and 38 seconds after with a list of new tasks.
I wanted to help her. But I wasn't her assistant. I was the finance guy. The one with the numbers and whenever she needed help, I could tell. I would get up from my uncomfortable office chair and walk those 158 steps to her desk to aid her in anyway I could. She would look up which that crinkly smile of hers and explain to me what was giving her a hard time.
"You're the best," were the words that so often said by her lips. An sign of relief would soon follow.
I want to ask her out. I'm not sure if she even has the time of day to give me. But I still want to.
I love you, Jennifer Joy. For you are the greatest thing that has happened to me in a long time, even of you don't know it yet.
~H.
