It was just another work day. Another crowded office building. Nowhere in particular. After months of surreptitiously surveying my crush’s habitual work routine, I came to recognize–he was fated as a three; a quiet little creature that functions in triplets and has absolutely no idea how obsessed with him I’ve driven myself to be. If he sends an email, it’s broken up into three perfect paragraphs. If he has coffee, he has three cups. His desk accessories are all arranged in groups of three. You can see how I noticed the pattern.
I can’t tell you exactly when I came to my realization, but I can say that it didn’t take long for my own fascination with threes to develop. I found myself inserting them whenever I could. If we ended up in the elevator together, I’d make sure he noticed me pressing the button three times in succession. I removed and rearranged the objects on my own desk to reflect his compulsion. I began wearing three rings on my fingers, intentionally reaching in front of him to borrow various supplies. I was swiftly giving in to my infatuation with my flawless three.