There’s nothing about him that would traditionally turn heads but to me, he is everything.
Everyday I come into the office, I watch the tiny little clock in the bottom right hand side of my computer screen. 7:59 feels like it lasts an hour as I wait for him to enter at 8:00 on the nose, every morning.
I tape my foot anxiously, my heart in a tornado inside my chest, my thighs tingling.
Then I hear the smooth vibrations of his voice, floating across the hall and drifting into my cubicle. He is greeting the secretary, asking about her morning and her plans for the weekend.
He is thoughtful and kind, generous and passionate. My turn is coming and I can feel the blood soaring through my veins as I wait for him.
I am always waiting for him.
The foot steps come closer and I can smell his cologne, a mix of sandalwood and cedar wafting through the halls, sending me into a frenzy.
Take a breath, relax, I tell myself as he nears.