Wishful thinking

My post from yesterday was too optimistic to be true I guess. Today Andrew is back in the office, and when he touched my shoulder (nothing romantic really) or when he smiled at me or when he was looking out of the office window into the hallway I was walking down, I realized I am a goner. Honestly, I wished that he was looking out waiting to see me… That is silly, but what the hell, the whole blog is about me being silly.

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