PF (The woman at work)
The day you got hired, and we met for the first time, I immediately thought you were the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes on.
I've spent months actively avoiding you. Looking down when we cross paths or trying to take a whole different route altogether. Because I knew that if I looked at you, I wouldn't be able to stop. Because I knew that if I tried to speak to you, I'd stumble over my words. Being in the same room with you is hard enough.
Nobody has ever made me this flustered and tongue-tied.
I've gotten to know you through our mutual coworkers, little tidbits, and stories. I've found out just how similar we are, how many of the same likes and dislikes we share. I know so much of this is just dumb infatuation, but part of me can't help but wonder if you're my second half, and I yours. There are times when I see you look at me, and I think behind those eyes you might be thinking the same, but I'll never know.
Lately, I've gotten through these barriers, and we've finally started talking a bit more. The first time you smiled at me is something I will never forget. I spent so long building this image of you in my head that you were someone who would judge me harshly the second I opened my mouth. To know now that my mind was (naturally) completely wrong is a relief.
There's so much more that I'm aching to say to you in our conversations. I like how you do your hair. I like your nose ring. I like how you do your nails. I like the little cross tattoo under your right palm. I love your smile and your laugh. I love how your eyes look when the light hits them just right. I think you're really funny, incredibly smart, and I like that you don't take shit from people.
I think that you're amazing.
But you're in a relationship, and happily so. I don't want to get in the middle of that, so you'll never hear this from me. Not in person anyway. I don't know if you use Reddit, let alone the chances of you ever finding this subreddit and this letter. I hope you do, though. I hope you find this and make the correct assumptions to know who I am. I hope that I'm right, and that you might feel an interest in me too.
For now though... I'll post this letter as my way of shouting into the void. Of getting all of these bottled feelings off my chest. For now though, I'll enjoy what we have. Our little conversations. Always secretly wishing for more, but knowing I could never have it.