yes, if it seems too good to be true, it is.

either:
1. this is a jane austen story and it will turn out that it is either some one else's kid, or it's yours but you're separated/single/something else and we will live happily ever after... after much misunderstanding, crossed signals and anxiety
or:
2. this is real life, and it is yours, and you are as good as married (where is your ring?). and why i ever thought you were interested can be put down to life being what it is, full of wishful thinking and stupid assumptions

and you. you are new. how did i not see it before? someone once whispered the word boyfriend when you walked by. i assumed it was you, but now i'm not so sure. god i wish it isn't you. the people i thought might know don't. they don't even notice you but i do. if only dreams ever came true, this is what would happen: either, you would come in some afternoon alone, just to ask me... or, as i am walking in/out the door, just outside the glass wall, you would appear out of nowhere, grab me and kiss me fully and just like that we would fall in love. but dammit, it is not going to happen, is it? every time you are with clients or co-workers, never alone on your skateboard anymore. and i'm sure you're someone's already. it would just be too good to be true. should i let you know?

the first thing i saw when i woke up were your words. wish it would've been your eyes instead. the flames that surround your name continue to burn low. oh that i could forget you, how much worse. always.