Baby Blues

Today he wears a baby blue shirt. Perfectly ironed, without a crease. As usual he looks casual but smart. As always, he steals my heart away. As always he puts a smile on my face; when he is not looking.

I guess I could not be bothered with my pride anymore. Though I do feel a pang of shame, but what the hell.

So the feeling's not mutual. So life sucks. I knew that a long time ago.

So now I'm living for the moment. I cherished anything that makes me smile. Even if he's not mine.

Though I am trying to steer clear of him whenever I can, but it is difficult because we are in the same office. When we are not working at the same shift, I feel a bit of sadness but glad because he's not there to arouse my cloud-nine.

But when he's there, I run away from him. I u-turn and take the long way when he's on my path. I practically held my breath so he does not realise I am there. I guess he never did.

So there. I'm practically mad, mental, cuckoo, demented, unbalanced.

As the doctor says, "It is all in your mind"...