so my super fav came in again today. looking particularly hansom. he was wearing the light blue button up shirt i so often see him wearing. i never noticed but he has stunning blue eyes, i love him so much.
man he needs so much help from the office in which i work. not complaining i love seeing him, it just speaks to his character hilariously.
***********previously left drafted, henceforth from memory***********
so, my favorite he is so hansom. i have great taste in everything. i see him and i understand what all those love songs are really about. the world and everything in it make sense only because he exists.
AH, so remembering that day...its really been up and down with him. i have two more stories to tell after finish this one.
PH ME OH MY...it has been such a roller-coaster with him; he is the motley unwashed carnie running the rickettey amusement park of my love weathered heart. thrown up and torn down for too many cities on too long of a tour. this metaphor is awesome, but we must move on.
as i remember, and judging from the all caps exclamation pointed title, it was a low point in the relationship between my favorite and i.
he came in looking for help but none from me (per se, it is my job to help who ever comes in). i, of course, help him with everything he needs and wants ... professionally, unfortunately.
after business is taken care of, he comes by to chat - we are, after all friends bound by a business setting.
he casually comes up to my desk, leans one elbow support style on my desk, still holding his jacket in the fold of his arm, back pack worn high; looking adorably child like he composes himself, preparing to pretend to play adult and says playfully, "melissa..." at which point i glance up at my name plate hanging eye level on the wall and shake my head no.
i dont remember what happened. i am pretty sure, actually certain that what i just described up there was from some run in further back in our relationship.
what you need to take away from this is he called me melissa TWICE. or THRICE. its been too long to pick up this entry.
actually i think this entry is tied to a very labor intensive assistance instance. where he left stabbing my heart saying "thanks melissa."
fuck it. one more thing not to live for.
ha. thats funny to me.
the run ins with him at this time were a bit disappointing, because of reality, ie engagement.
lets move on to the other, more recent tales of love and longing i have kept constipatedly in my mind.
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