Oh how my mind must be playing tricks on me. The sensations I get just from looking at him are enough to drive me wild. My body tenses and my heart flutters betraying me to believe that I am crushing on him. It can't be. It can't be true. He is my superior and I'm nobody. Nobody he'd give a second thought too. He is taken, the shiny golden band around his finger is enough to tell me to stay away but my curiosity seems overpowering. I wonder what she is like. She must be beautiful. Yes without a doubt I know she must be. I know I could never distract him the way he has distracted me without speaking much more than asking if I am in his way. I can't help but be smittened. Oh how list full my heart has become. I bet he takes his wife on extravagant trips, probably to Paris or Europe or whatever they want really. She is probably just as successful. Oh how I hope to never meet her. I imagine him all over me. He hands, his mouth, his body. . And I am not naive enough to believe this fantasy may ever become a reality.. for I know even if it did he wouldn't be the same in my eyes anymore.. because this man is half my age and the respect and desire I crave would dissipate knowing he would stoop so low oh how my mind is in fact playing tricks on me. I want.i want. I want him but it's only because I'll never have him.