I see you

While I am at work, I see many a people, both staff & student. Being there three years has taught me to scan quickly. Scanning quickly results in recognizing some people. I see you while inside I am hurting. You ask how I am as it is obvious exhausted & not well. Being a male, I answer fine. I try not to see you. While I eat lunch, you further ask. I am short & not myself sorry. You tell you will pray for me. Thank you. Today at work, I wanted one thing. To see you.

I see you. I want you to be aware of my presence. I walk toward you. You see me & happily acknowledge my presence. Yet you do not stay so I could be happy of your smiling face. I see you. I wish to be seen but subtly. I see your backside & walk carefully. I see you. I see the side view of you. You are wearing a lovely jacket, pretty as ever. While you are gorgeous, I cannot tell you how I feel. I see you yet you fail likewise. Knowing you live here, I walk to a spot I think you will pass. I hear your sweet voice. Choirs are enriched by your presence. You walk past me. My uniform is a disguise. I see your beauty yet you miss my hairy face. I see you. I see you. I see your curly largely noticeable hair & then your beard. I am indifferent as to whether I am noticed. I pass by you initially & not a word. As you sit & eat, you say my name. I respond with half excitement. With your awareness increased, I make small talk. I see you. You stand near one of my favorite spots to eat, those seats that make me feel tall. I see you.

You casually remark hello. I see you. I ask you a question with internal motivation for me. You respond & I tell you to stay, I will join you soon. You regrettably need to attend a meeting. I see you. You express some small amount of sadness. You hold hope I will see you tomorrow. I see you. At least I think. Your long blonde hair. Similar face, all the way down to your nose. I nearly say your name as my heart prepares to skip a beat. I see you. In my dreams. All that is present is a resemblance. OMG sexy; imagine having you draped over me as a better half. One I could only dream kissing. It appears only in my dreams though. As a gentleman, I know what is right. I see you. It is excessively easy not to reveal myself. Yet you are not with your girlfriend. You are with another cute girl. Man, what am I doing wrong? I see you. Back & forth with some conversation, sarcasm, & whimsical humor. I see you. I fail to understand why you would greet me. You & your boyfriend both. He who awkwardly still has my cell phone number. Dude, get a clue. I do not like you. You are odd & unappealing to me.

I escape into my job. Not like fear of Cruella. Whom I see unhappily. Celebration will occur when I leave her presence permanently. I see you. You are a regular. I look forward to your visits. You see me. I see you. I love these moments. I can count on you. For support, love, loyalty, & friendship. Blessed I am. I wish to see you. You are dealing with jelly. I see you. Your smile, laughter, & humor. I see you. 19 hours a week I am there. I see you. I am busy, sorry. I see you often. I look forward to Thursday nights. I see you. Based on my day, my feeling upon seeing you varies. Yet I am here so I often no longer care anymore. I see you. I see back to freshman year. I, a freshman, with you, a pretty sophomore. I see you. I nearly admit how I feel. I make a brief mention. A conversation about different topics emerges. Hindsight thanks me for not revealing myself to you.

When people enter the building, they head toward me. I blend in like others in their respective places. People are often oblivious of my presence. Until they bump into me. They surprisingly move & apologize. I comfort them & oblivious they return to. Meanwhile something has not changed. I see you