She's heard all the jokes.
She's sick of them too, both of them are. The whispers that surround them, are they or aren't they? That type of stuff. It's not like she's stupid, she can see how people would come to that conclusion. And part of her.part of her would really like it to be true.
She shouldn't be thinking like that.
It's Adrian Monk for god's sake!
But it's true. Some part of her, the part that beats inside her chest, the part that doesn't like to communicate with her brain, truly yearns for him to look her in the eyes, and slowly, just slowly, lean forward and.
She really should go to a psychiatrist. Work all these feelings out. It's ADRIAN she keeps telling her self angrily, but some how all her heart comes up with is.I know. It doesn't explain it self, it doesn't have to. Her mind tries to reason with it, provides concrete evidence as to why it won't work out: he's mentally unstable, he still loves Trudy, Sharona he doesn't care for you THAT way. It's ADRIAN MONK.
Her heart doesn't listen. All it says is.I know.
She's pretty good at hiding it anyway. When his deep, brown eyes turn to her she's learned to look away. If she looks too long it makes something inside of her hurt.
And besides he wouldn't be able to handle her confession of love like others would. She has a feeling he would just leave her with no response, just wide eyes.not understanding, not wanting to understand. He might even block it out. He always blocks out things he doesn't want to acknowledge. It would be like revealing her self to a brick wall and she doubts she could handle that.
Which all leads her to this moment and why she can't believe she is doing this. Standing in front of his door, hand poised to knock. Mouth ready to pour everything out, every feeling, every breath of hope and pain.
She really wants it to work.she really hopes she'll still be able to work if he says no.
God, she shouldn't be doing this. She thought she had more sense.
Obviously she doesn't, cause her heart says now and she knocks on the door.
She's heard all the jokes, but now isn't funny. Now is Adrian Monk, standing in front of her, waiting for her to say something. And she does. She says everything.
She's sick of them too, both of them are. The whispers that surround them, are they or aren't they? That type of stuff. It's not like she's stupid, she can see how people would come to that conclusion. And part of her.part of her would really like it to be true.
She shouldn't be thinking like that.
It's Adrian Monk for god's sake!
But it's true. Some part of her, the part that beats inside her chest, the part that doesn't like to communicate with her brain, truly yearns for him to look her in the eyes, and slowly, just slowly, lean forward and.
She really should go to a psychiatrist. Work all these feelings out. It's ADRIAN she keeps telling her self angrily, but some how all her heart comes up with is.I know. It doesn't explain it self, it doesn't have to. Her mind tries to reason with it, provides concrete evidence as to why it won't work out: he's mentally unstable, he still loves Trudy, Sharona he doesn't care for you THAT way. It's ADRIAN MONK.
Her heart doesn't listen. All it says is.I know.
She's pretty good at hiding it anyway. When his deep, brown eyes turn to her she's learned to look away. If she looks too long it makes something inside of her hurt.
And besides he wouldn't be able to handle her confession of love like others would. She has a feeling he would just leave her with no response, just wide eyes.not understanding, not wanting to understand. He might even block it out. He always blocks out things he doesn't want to acknowledge. It would be like revealing her self to a brick wall and she doubts she could handle that.
Which all leads her to this moment and why she can't believe she is doing this. Standing in front of his door, hand poised to knock. Mouth ready to pour everything out, every feeling, every breath of hope and pain.
She really wants it to work.she really hopes she'll still be able to work if he says no.
God, she shouldn't be doing this. She thought she had more sense.
Obviously she doesn't, cause her heart says now and she knocks on the door.
She's heard all the jokes, but now isn't funny. Now is Adrian Monk, standing in front of her, waiting for her to say something. And she does. She says everything.