We arrive, and no one seems to be home.
As usual, she doesn't allow me to be a good host.
This, and many other tiny wonders, only fanned my fire for her.
Being who I am, of course I had no lewd conduct in mind.
My only scheme was to somehow alleviate this pressure sitting at my chest. But how? I knew not!
The orange glow of sunset played with the shadows as we spoke, smiled, laughed in moments that did not last long enough.
I take a dorky moment to upload files.
We're on the second floor.
Seeing as heat rises, and the office no longer receives air flow, beads of sweat easily formed on my body.
It's sooo hot.
I complain as usual, fully being able to bear the overwhelming warmth.
She enjoys it she says.
Tiny wonder number five hundred and thirty-nine.
Sigh...the comfort of sitting in her presence.
I don't know how or what it was that I said exactly.
Maybe she remembers...but I manage to express my emotion through what I remember as a robotic business proposal.
Later in the story, she tells me that it was perfect.
She's too much right? I know! LOVE.
On top of that, we manage to leave the room but not before she expresses that she will need to pray and think about her response.
First time I've heard any girl, EVER say such things.
In comfortable unity, we leave the room with the business done and enjoy the rest of the evening with friends.
Her wisdom, love for Eloah, and striving to aid this world with a humble heart: all things that locked me in.
I was blissfully drowning in thoughts of us together.
Has any man died so peacefully?
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