The how I can't recall
But I'm staring at what once was the wall
Separating east and west
Now they meet amidst the broad daylight
Oh dear what a day this has been! I haven't worked with him in a month and there we were in the same elevator, alone, with a comatose patient. Normally, this would not be so bad but the unbearable closeness was completely taking over my senses. He was standing strangely close to me; so close it was sending my heart rate through the roof. It was so loud in my ears I was surprised he couldn't tell. Or maybe he could and was doing this for pure enjoyment.
So this is where you are
And this is where I am
Somewhere between unsure
And a hundred
Whatever cologne he normally wore seemed to be three times stronger and it was clouding my mind so much so that I could no longer remember that we had a patient in this very same elevator ready to be taken to surgery. Yes, it was bad. I tried focusing on keeping my breathing normal and my heart rate steady. No such luck.
The second the elevator doors slid open I darted out and around the corner. The aim was to get out of the elevator and away from his increasingly appealing figure that was clouding my every thought. It seems I over shot the runway.
It's hard I must confess
I'm banking on the rest to clear away
Cause we have spoken everything
Everything short of I love…
"Neela! Wait up! Neela? Where are you going?"
Crap.
See, I have a tendency to attract the very things I try to avoid. I knew he was standing right behind me. I couldn't be rude and ignore him as much as I wished I could. Just count to ten and he'd disappear for a little while, but that wasn't ever going to happen so I turned around to face him, but I wouldn't raise my eyes to meet his.
You right where you are
From right where I am
Somewhere between unsure
And a hundred
"Neela? What's the matter? Hey," he put both his hands on either side of my face and lifted my head so I had no choice but to look in his eyes. "Look at me, Roomie. Tell me what's up."
Bullocks.
I hate it when he does this; it takes me seemingly forever to recover.
"You're making this really hard." I mumbled. He dropped his hands from my face, but took a step closer.
Damn.
"How so?" Even though it had been nearly a month since the last time I had really seen him do to working schedules and his one night stands, I could still tell he was slightly confused.
Great.
I took a deep breath and let out all the air before I continued.
And who's to say it's wrong
And who's to say that it's not right
Where we should be for now
"You're the closest guy I've ever been to and I don't think there's anyone I trust more than you. It's killing me that I don't know what's going on in your head anymore."
Unfortunately, this wasn't a good enough explanation. I took another deep breath.
"I didn't plan on falling for you but here I am standing next to you and you're sending my heart rate into hyper drive.
Oh crap! I couldn't believe I let all of that out of my mouth.
But I did.
I seemed like every breath I took he was closer than before. But he still never said a word. The silence from him was killing me.
"What are you thinking right now?" I asked him, unable to bear the silence anymore.
He took my right hand in his left and pressed it up against his chest.
"You're not the only one with heart rate problems."
So this is where you are
And this is where I am
So this is where you are
And this is where I've been
Somewhere between unsure
And a hundred