Sunday flew by: I went for a jog early in the morning to assess my new work “situationship” with M. The previous night, after she left, I received a message from her.
M: “Let’s keep things professional at work; I don’t want anyone to know about us.”
I was expecting this reaction, but I knew I wanted her to be more than just a good FWB. This small, unassuming woman had just reshaped my life. I wanted, not I craved her…
R: “That’s fine, but I hope you know that won’t keep me away from you at work.”
She didn’t respond until that evening as I cleaned up the previous day’s proceedings splattered all over my sheets and pillows.
M: “I have been giving it a lot of thought, and I don’t think you and me being together is such a good idea. You just got promoted and I have worked hard to reach where I am at.
I didn’t respond immediately, needing time to gather my thoughts. I knew I wanted her in my life, and I had a feeling she would try to pull away. I started making dinner trying to figure out how I could convince her that she should give us a shot.
My phone rang then. It was M again.