We have seen each other not once, not twice, not even three times, and each time we do, our eyes lock, almost like they are speaking the words our mouths will not. We smile, we say hello with either a good morning or good afternoon...we spend our work weekdays in the same building on Barrington Street and I wish I knew what floor you were on because I think the time has come for our mouths to speak the words that need to be said...your absolutely beautiful, the way you wear your hair, and the mole on your cheek leaves me wanting to know more about you...until next week back in the office on Barrington street, this will be the week I will stop you, start with a hello and end with getting your name and number. I also believe you might live across from the Halifax Commons, so IF you see me before I see you, know that I am intrigued.... —Until....