Everywhere

Sometimes, when I like someone, I see them everywhere.

At the grocery store, I'll pass by the tortilla chips and see him wearing one of those dorky grocery store uniform shirts and pushing a cart of food to shelve.

At the mall, I'll browse the food court selection and see him standing behind the Dino's pizza counter and wonder why he's working with grease on his fingers and an apron on.

In the car, I'll stare at passing automobiles and see him driving every one, tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the radio.

At home, I see him sitting at the table while I sit in an armchair and type out my life for friends and strangers to read.