Ok people. Pull up your chairs, and listen. Here is my rather unusual story! I will even write it in bullet points, to make it even more unusual Consider it a rap song or something, sorry, just kidding!
1. I met him once on a training camp
2. we both loved the environment.
3. we hung out with a group to do work
4. and both sour and sweet he was; sour as a leader; sweet in his core
5. the second he kissed me on the cheeks goodbye (European) I fell in love
6. it was the sweetest cheek kiss ever. This was a year ago
7. and I still remember the look on his face and the sweetness of his voice
8. when he said goodbye to me; then he really barely knew me (6 days camp).
1. Later in the year
2. there was a project
3. he was working on
4. needed mega help
5. i gave him mega help, because I liked his project
6. and secretly wished
7. he would like me, as a side effect
1. We met again, for his project
2. we sat down alone and talked for 1.5 hours, on a brief two day visit
3. I think we talked like lovers lost, and found
4. he made me laugh so hard
5. i never in my life felt my cheekbones hurt so bad
6. i fell in love right there and then
7. but the second day he was grumpy over an issue
8. still sweet to me, but left too soon
9. said goodbye in the airport, heart throbbing, remembering
10. puppy look, sweet voice goodbye
1. we met again, after a few months
2. under umbrella of said project
3. boy did I sink in love
4. i was reserved, unfortunately, personal problems, confused.
5. but we clicked here and there
6. I caught him looking at me looking his way, towards something near
7. I cannot forget those looks
8. and when some friend of his wondered publicly
9. why were not together, that puppy look again
Help me people, should I tell him? He is abroad. We only email over the said project. I am afraid I have gone too far into the secretary/friend zone, and out of any hope for anything more. I am madly in love with him and he mentioned in writing that we barely know each other (when I asked for very personal advice).
Help me people What should I do. I think about him more hours than not, and miss him every day, a lot.