Dearest Mary Angel

I have discovered that I am enamored of a deliciously sweet coworker. I think about her almost constantly, but I wouldn't go so far as to call my daily string of "flights of fancy" an obsession. I am intrigued by her, not lustful (though I can see the seeds of such awaiting desire's precipitation). And I think she knows.

I think she realizes I have trouble averting my eyes when she is in the room. She knows I've noticed the way she sways when walking... I playfully scolded her for complaining about her "chubby" hips, which are, in reality, non-existent; I told her she had the kind of swish in her walk that made any notice of the size of her hips irrelevant. And truthfully, I can't see anything wrong with her hips. Nothing. And the way she walks is enough to bring eyesight to the blind.

Sorry to burden you with this, but I thought you might understand. And i know you do. Thank you.

All my love,

E