He has no idea.
I mean, to be totally fair, he definitely has no reason to know that I love him.
After all, we only see each other three times a week, at work.
Having opposite schedules sucks, by the way.
I have set out to make the most of what little time we have, however.
Every time we work together, practically, I ask him something.
About Him.
About his family.
About me.
About work.
About a co-worker we both hate.
It is fun, but usually not as rewarding as I anticipate.
One of these days it will hit him.
(Or I will.)
And he will see that the accumulated questions and answers are the equivalent of a date.
And that we know each other quite well.
And should really just start dating all the time.
Or at least, that would be true.
If he would just man up and ask a question back.
Already.
For goodness sake.