You keep telling me not to say my feelings for you are creepy, that doesn't make me feel better. In fact it makes me feel worse. It makes me feel like you just don't get it. Pretty sure if I told you I've thought about you every night in bed for the last (nearly) two years, THEN you'll get it. But then I'd be worried about pushing you away. Sometimes I wish we didn't work so well together, then I could justify seeing one of your colleagues instead.