
I really wasn’t expecting to meet a Greek God at a job interview. Yet there you were.
I knew within five seconds, possibly three, that we were brought together to heal each other. I fell into the abyss.
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There was however that unfortunate installation on your finger, a wedding band. The day after I met you, I removed mine. I told you it was because jewellery annoyed me. In truth the only jewellery annoying me from that point on was yours.
If someone had told me one, two, three years prior that it was even possible I would have fallen about laughing.
I tried with all my might to friend zone you and merely admire you from afar. For a while it was enough.
Becoming friends with someone I desperately wanted to make love to was torture, but it was better than the alternative. Having nothing. I sat opposite you for more than six months at meetings scrambling to find a word, a phrase, a gesture, a movement, a behaviour that could irritate me enough to walk away, but none came.