Romir was one of the senior coworkers you worked with in your office.

He was an editor while you were a simple assistant for the CEO. You knew he was way older than you…38 and 22, a 16 year age gap, nearly 2 decades.

But you didn’t care. Romir was all that you thought about.

He’d offer some of his lunch, pay for your food, bring back some gifts for you from his vacations, treated you with kindness and respect. He was the perfect man…

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You finally summed up the courage to confess to him…on valentine’s day.

You left a small note on his desk for him to meet you in the east wing conference room.

He showed up, looking confused and nervous on what was there…he saw you standing there, holding a single red rose…and you told him. You told him how you felt.

You thought for a second maybe- maybe he’d kiss you and confess his undying love when he pulled out the classic line…

“You’re way too young for me, darling…”

He looked down at you with weary eyes as he stuffed his hands in his pockets