I think I saw your back through a window today. I'd just finished up my PCP appointment. The Dr. was nice, I guess. As nice as anyone can be in 7 minutes. He had a nice face, did most of my talking for me, gave me a PRN for the dentist.

Weird how I recognize your back. I guess it makes sense - you always walk ahead of me. You were standing, talking. A sign on the door indicated you were in a meeting for that project you manage.

I hope your presentation went well. I almost did a double-take; wanted to walk back and look again, but I didn't. I could make an appointment if I really wanted to see you so badly.

I don't, though. Seeing you makes me feel like a loser. Not seeing you makes me feel like a loser, too.