The Love Machine

It's in the way she raises her eyebrows and playfully glides her eyes right to left, then moves in close and intones:

"I know you'll be super."

It's in the way she always asks about the big project I'm laboring on, and when I tell her things aren't going too well, she gets that concerned look and says:

"You must be disappointed.".

And when I confide that I've been working too much, she gently reminds me that I should be the priority in my life. That I should get some exercise and then treat myself to a Japanese meal or a movie. It's in how she extends her arms toward me, wearing that formfitting polo shirt. Ouch! And how she never tires of asking about me. Hearing about me. Thinking about me.