I met him
The first time we locked eyes, I saw a kindness in his eyes, a sadness, too, maybe grief, but an immense kindness overall. I struggle to look him in the eyes. I am his boss. I’m supposed to be professional but I find myself finding reasons to bring him to my office just so we can have one of our talks without raising concerns. He isn’t the only person I’ve been finding reasons to my office but he’s the reason I keep “forgetting” everyone else had one more document to sign. We haven’t crossed any lines and I certainly don’t plan to but it is hard. He speaks to me as if reciting poetry and I listen in silence wishing it never had to end, hoping one day there will be no boundaries and I could listen to all he’s got to say as he holds me in his arms but I don’t think that day will come. We are from two different worlds but our souls were made the same. I think he’s my twin flame, my soulmate, I think he could be good for me and I for him. He sings like no man I’ve ever heard. Yesterday he sang to me for the first time. His voice trembled and he couldn’t look me in the eye but I enjoyed it. My face got flushed, I was sweating a little and hoping nobody noticed. Today he sang to me again but this time he had a hard time not looking at me, his voice didn’t tremble, I looked at him, too and I smiled hoping one day he could sing to me directly without any restrictions or boundaries but for now, he can’t. I’m his boss and he has a job to do so he can save enough to go back to his homeland, a fact that bothers me more than it should. I find myself hoping he would end up staying, maybe find a new job at some point so we can do what we want and not risk anything except everything, if we fall.
