"We can write a book together one day with all this"

 I

Spent the day thinking about you. Going through our old messages to trick my brain, and, somehow, I found myself questioning: when the hell did this start? I remember sitting in the office, trying to figure out why the hell they asked us to be there so early. We could’ve gotten there at 10 a.m.

"What are we going to do?" I asked out loud.
"You can entertain me," she said.

It was enough to turn my head toward you. A soft smirk played on my lips as I found myself — surprisingly — agreeing.
Shall we fast-forward two months later, and here we are? Still entertaining each other.

Me, the tricky guy.
Her, the secretly taken girl of my dreams.

II

I promised myself that I wouldn’t play games again. Not at work, not outside of work, no games at all! But 24 hours later, there I was, analyzing every breath you take. Is she gay? Was she hitting on me? Or is she just being nice? Or, STOP! No scenarios to be created. Move on and get over it! Until she comes back offering me a lift.

What?!

Ok, she's definitely flirting.
I rolled the dice and made the first move. next question, Sherlock: Is she single?
Uncountable invitations to try the taste that your favourite dose leaves in your mouth.
"I'm fussy with whiskey" - fine. Will pour it then.

But it never happened.
We got closer and closer. From working hours to private numbers, I confessed that I was convinced: she's flirting!

Manage to ask her about "the partner".

Wrong question?

Wrong answer?

And the wrong whole thing starts.

III

"I was in denial. I wasn't transparent"

The sensation of being overtaken by a good, unexplainable emotion is that desire to live that appears 

when you least expect it and most need it. It is the feeling of being the best version of ourselves.