Robin,

I have sent the empty elevator to your floor innumerable times. It’s like I step in and something comes over me. My fingers graze the shiny number as if your floor is the only reason I would be in that elevator in the first place.

I’ve known you for a while now. Long enough that I should have been able to ascertain any level of crush that was going on. Instead, I was totally caught off guard that night you started making out with me. Maybe there was no crush; you just wanted to do it. That’s fine, too.

You are smart and witty and creative. I could very easily develop quite the crush on you. I supposed I haven’t already only because I thought I shouldn’t. But I could get used to flirting with you. Sometimes I think I might accidentally grab you and give you a big ole smooch in the hall.

~Jeff