The usual disclaimers. Thanks, Mr. Wolf
I wish that I could tell you the way I relax –even though, at the same time my heart skips a beat—when I see you get off the elevator and walk down the hall towards our desks. You've come back for another day.
I wish I could tell you the way your 'good morning' smile, (when you're in a good mood), brightens my day and warms my heart.
I wish I could tell you that the way you grumble your 'good morning' when you're in a grouchy mood warms my heart, just as much. You're adorable when you pout.
I wish I could tell you how beautiful and I think you are.
I wish I could tell you how perfectly happy I'd be to ignore all this paperwork and just sit across from you and gaze into your sparkling eyes all day.
I wish the Captain would get off my back about finishing this paperwork.
I wish I could tell you how much I admire your slim, toned figure –which still somehow manages to have curves in all the right places. Oh, how my fingers would love to caress those curves.
I wish I could tell you how grateful I am that you put up with me and my moods and idiosyncrasies –and stay by my side, no matter what Deakins or Carver think.
I wish I could tell you how much it means to me that you've stayed for the past five years, through thick and thin. I'd hate to have to tell you what I might I have done if you, too, had abandoned me like all the ones before you. No, I could never tell you that. I'm too ashamed.
I wish I could tell you how much I love you and need you. But, instead, I told you, "I'm lucky you withdrew your letter." I'm an idiot.
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"Hopefully, Bobby will be feeling better and will be back to work tomorrow," Alex thought to herself. She smiled and placed the brown leather portfolio back on Bobby's desk. She hadn't meant to snoop.