Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot!
I've been watching you. It started so long ago too. Before you panic, I'm not stalking you. Actually, I work with you. I see you every day in that bloody lab at least once and every accidental touch drives me wild. So I'm not a stalker, Nick. I'm just in love with you against my own (no longer iron hard) will.
I resisted it at first. I didn't want to believe that I was falling for you. You're not really my usual type. But the way you smile melts me in my shoes every time. It didn't really take very long. I fell head over high tops.
That won't help you by the way. I checked. No one in our lab ever wears high tops. No easy scene for you, sorry.
It took a long time for me to call it love. I thought I could get over you, that maybe it was just a crush. But it's been seven years. And every time I see you I still get that weird thing called butterflies in my stomach. My throat is always dry. You still make me fidgety; not that I've let it be noticeable. What is it about you?
Don't answer that. I can answer it for my self without even having to stop and think. The answer is that it's everything about you. It's your smile and your eyes and your hands and your determination. It's the way you laugh and the way you walk and the way you always start what you finish. It's how you can make my day without even knowing what you've done, or how you did it. That's what it is.
And yet here I am at a computer alone typing a random love note and it's everything I've wanted to tell you the whole bloody time and I can't even say it to your face.
I'm going to make this as hard as I can for you. And it's because as much as I want you to know who I am, that's how much I don't want you to know who I am. I'm just that scared of telling you. How sad.
So I've typed it, so that you can't match the handwriting. I've used gloves so you won't find any fingerprints. And I've shaved off the bottom inch of this paper, so you can't trace it to a printer. As much as I hope you figure it out, I have to admit a part of me holds out hope that you won't.
A very small part.
Find me soon. Or I might have to pull a trigger that I'm not even holding. Or don't find me. So that I can…who are we kidding? I can't get over you. Damn it Nick just figure it out already so you can reject me!
-xxx