Strings And Such

The last time Tommy and I worked together, I noticed a few strings on the back of his shirt. I removed them for him, cause "my man" needs to look sharp. He said "Thanks" and added, "Well, there isn't anyone at home to take care of me." I thought to myself, "Where do I apply for that job?" All I want to do is take care of him. I want to make sure he smiles everyday. Has someone to hug him every morning. And someone to kiss every night. Obviously, I want that someone to be me! Every time he is near, I want to throw myself at him. I want him to hug me. I keep picturing us cuddled up on his sofa together. When I hear his voice, I get goosebumps. When I see him get off the escalator at work, my whole disposition changes. I go from butch to giggling school girl. He drives me insane! I wonder if I have the same effect on him? He is so reserved it's hard to tell. He does have a big smile on his face too.