I fell into infatuation with him the second I saw him.
He was tall, dark, handsome; the works that makes every girl week in the knees and hot in the skirt.
We worked together at the same office, I'm not sure what his title was, but I saw him every day sifting through papers at the fax machine; he always looked so serious, like if he did something wrong the building would explode or something.
That little ring on his finger made me feel sad every time I looked at it.
We never spoke.
Not one time.
I don't even know his name, but I like to imagine it's Jacob; he looked like a Jacob. My darling Jacob.
I wish I could've told him how I felt about him.
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