((on a roll today. I hope you enjoy it since it might be a slow week for me to update and i hope this will tide you all over))
C is for Care
I don't know how it happened, but I've come to care for my silly assistant.
I suppose it's only natureal. I mean she's my employee. I have to care. If she's hurt or sick I'm the one who'll have to deal with it in the long run.
But..
It's more than that. I care about her health, and her safety, sure. I was shocked to find though,
That I care for her happiness. Her smile is air in my lungs. Her laugh the blood in my veins.
I find myself looking forward to work. Sundays pass much too slow. I anxiously wait for her on Monday afternoon.
I care far too much for her, and it might just give me away.
But I can't seem care about that.
I just have to take care with my care, because one day I'll have to go away.
That's the part that will really hurt.
That what I care about.
I'll just drink in her smiles and warm myself with her happiness for now while I contemplate this entirely new feeling of care.
Should I care that I care? Who can say. I"ll just love her from afar until the day comes that I have to move on.
