I have too many feelings right now. I feel like my chest is going to burst.

For starters, I like you. A lot. And I hate it. But I only hate it when we're not talking. Which now is all the time because we don't see each other anymore. Because we work together and we've been forced to work from home.

You're so funny and ridiculous and smart and cute. And I miss you smiling at me and I miss hearing your voice. But more than anything I really miss bantering with you. I miss the ridiculous things you'd say and all the stuff you'd jokingly blame me for. It's been a week and I don't think I can last a month longer. I just miss you.

I've made some contact through work instant messaging in this time that we're all stuck at home. And every time the conversation takes off. It's so easy to talk to you. I miss it.

But I don't understand why you're not initiating anything. You'd talk to me every time you saw me in the office, so what's different now?

I'm right here, sitting in front of my screen for eight hours every day just like you are. I see your green icon that you're there. All I want are three little dots. Tell me something. Anything.