as real as it may seem

My boyfriend-in-my-dreams and I just started dating. We work together somewhere that has big fir trees outside the window. His desk is near the window, away from the other desks, and he used to watch for me at his window in the morning before we started dating. I thought he didn't like me because he never talked to me. But then we did and he did and I did.

Sometimes he opens the window and says sweet things to me before I get into the building. My desk is beside someone else's desk, so he tries not to look at me because the person beside me is the sort that will think he's looking at him/her (I think it might be a woman).

Someone in the office thinks she has a chance with him because they went for dinner once during one of his depressive episodes (he gets them, too). But now he only has eyes for me. It's just easier if the others don't know we're together. Our little secret.

I don't know where we work, what sort of work gets done, but I am a librarian and so is he. His hair is brown and sticks up kind of crazy, and he wears shirts with thin vertical stripes because he thinks he looks pudgy (he isn't). He carries a big black messenger bag over his right shoulder, and he drives a navy blue car.

He really wants to make a go of this relationship because our commonalities are understood by the other. There is no fear between us, that something will be revealed to scare the other person away. We are a good match.