As time passed I became a bit more friendly, having lunch with this group or going to town with that group, but it was never one and one.
I did my work well, was praised, and promoted so that being here was not an absolute disaster.
I had the house, the beach, a nice enough job, good enough co-workers and was excreting the ‘love’ I had for the complete stranger I had cast into my fantasies.
It was like watching a T.V. show and ‘falling in love’ with a character, and dreaming about him.
In a way, my shyness, my lack of approach protected me.
However, if I had known he was married when I saw him, I never would have changed my life.
I would not be here.