You are everything that I could want in a person. You are intelligent, kind, compassionate, and incredibly charming. Your laughter fills me with happiness. When you say things like, "I thought of you this week," I feel myself melt. You once told me that you "felt protective" of me, and there weren't words to express how deeply I desired your concern. But I have come to understand that you only say these things because you question my safety. Would it be much to ask that you care for me, even when I am not at risk of dying? You demonstrate only the utmost professionalism in our interactions, which makes it harder for me to express what I believe to be "unrealistic" feelings with you now. How I wish you longed for me the same way I long for you. When we hug, it takes everything within me not to hold you closer and run my arms across your body. I only ever fantasize about you.