On this day, I would have walked up to the building with a light bounce in my step, checking my reflection in the full-length windows as I went along. I would have been smiling though trying hard not to smile too much, or else it might give others the impression that I sorely love work. My heart would have been pumping slightly more powerfully than usual, as if wanting to escape its enclosure in my chest.
After stepping through the door, my eyes would have darted (quite automatically and unconsciously) to that corner of the room where your desk resides. I would have seen the back of you, and feel happiness at knowing your presence here today. I would then have gone on to my duties, anticipating the delightful moment when you and I would finally speak to one another.
Coming back down the stairs I would have wondered if after all I would get to talk with you today, and would have started feeling disappointed at the possibility of this occurring. But lo and behold, just this moment you would have appeared, with your folders and leather-bound case under one arm. My face would have brightened instantly despite my conscious attempts to conceal my joy.
“How are you?” You would have asked, smiling back at me.
“I am – happy to see you,” I would have breathed out, and realising how much feeling this simple statement revealed, would have added quickly, “but I need to get going.”
No hard feeling would have shown upon your face; you would only have smiled again.
“Have a good day, then,” you would have said.
“Thank you. You too!”
We would have parted ways, and I would have made my way home, unable to wipe the love-sick grin off my face, and feeling my heart expand to new limits with the contentment and joy of seeing and interacting with a most beloved human being.
Words & Feelings 