How was your day?

She's a waitress where I work and I am the lead line cook. She makes me hot chocolate with whipped cream and chocolate swirls. I slice her bananas for her so the other guys won't make dick jokes and embarrass her. She cleans my bloody knuckles when I have a bad shift and go outside and vent my frustrations on the dumpster. I make her mix CD's and she has yet to dislike a song. She gives me slices of her pizza. I spend an extra few minutes making sure whatever she orders for herself to eat comes out perfect. We check each other out constantly behind each others' backs. We smoke together when we can. Everyone in the restaurant makes jokes about how adorable we would be together.

I don't even want to be in this restaurant anymore. I should have moved on by now. The only reason I'm here is because I want to torture myself a bit more with this girl. She has a boyfriend and I've come to realize that as much as I would like to be with her, to assume that she'd be any happier with me than with him would be selfish. I also don't want her to resent me for ever making her choose. It's a bit depressing but at the same time, I'm just happy to be around her.