Ok here goes.
I'm a 50 year old white male, married, my wife is 56.
About a year ago, I became attracted to a girl at work. She's 30. Initially, the attraction was purely physical. But soon, things changed.
Changes in our jobs brought us closer together. We got to talk about nothing in particular most of the time. As you can imagine, I developed a crush on her. But I never hit on her, maybe some very mild flirting, but never thought she would be interested in me.
At one point, last April, she showed me a funny picture on her phone that a friend had sent her. I asked if she could text it to me, and she did. We started texting each other funny pics and such (ok it was mostly me sending her pics, but she would reply and occasionally send me some too). Eventually we were texting each other in the evenings and on weekends. Still all very innocent, just texting about the weather, commiserating about work, yardwork, housework, etc. I asked her a few times if I was bugging her too much with all the funny pics and stuff. She would always reply with an lol or a smiley and say no, the pics were entertaining, or "It's ok, I'd tell ya ;)".
Then one day at work she seemed depressed, not as vibrant and laughing as she normally was. I couldn't ask her about it right there, since there were others nearby. So I texted her about it a little later, saying essentially "you seem pretty bummed today. Everything ok?" Well, that opened up a whole conversation about how she's suffered from depression most of her life, was clinically diagnosed when she was 15, and, up until the last year and a half, was on medication. We exchanged about 50 texts that evening, the most ever. I tried to be a good listener, just letting her get it all out. It was at that moment I fell in love with her.
As the days went by, she didn't really talk much more about it. I apologized for prying into her personal life, but she said it was ok, that it felt good to talk about it. Yet she didn't talk about it any more.
My love was sealed, though. Nothing she or I could do would change that. Even if she walked up, screamed at me to go away, and kicked me in the balls repeatedly, I would still love her.
After a couple more weeks, she slowly stopped replying to my texts, even the silly frivolous stuff. It became apparent that she regretted revealing her darker moments with me.
I knew she would probably never love me (I forgot to mention, she's married too), I wasn't even sure if she really liked me, or just tolerated my existence. By now it was too late for me. There was no way I could stop loving her. I had never felt this way about anyone before, not even my wife, and I didn't, don't, know how to deal with it.
So, in July, since she was rarely responding to my texts any more, I sent her a long text.
I apologized for barging into her life, and bombarding her with texts. I told her I had "very deep feelings" for her, and because of those feelings I acted like a fool. I didn't say "love", because I didn't want to completely ruin our working relationship. I still wanted to be her friend. So I let her know that I'm always here if she feels like talking, but that I wouldn't text her any more unless she wanted to talk, even about nothing in particular. I told her I wished her, her husband, and her stepdaughter a long and happy life together, hopefully making it clear that I didn't want to cause her any grief in her marriage. I asked that she respond to let me know she received my message, since it was a pretty long text. She did, with no other response.
With that, the pit surrounding my heart grew larger. I was in deep. I realized that I had never been in love before. That I didn't love my wife. I didn't hate her, just didn't love her.
I've shed many tears since that July day.
However, things did turn around somewhat, for a time, anyway. One day about a month later, she said she was going to text me a funny picture, but it was late at night, and she didn't want to bother me. Well, that started a little bit of texting again. But, where I used to text her funny pics every work day, I kept that to (mostly) only Monday and Friday, just to let her know I was thinking about her and to try and put a smile on her face. She rarely replied to any of them. In person, however, she was talkative as always. Even engaging me in conversation when she didn't have to. I was confused. Couldn't figure out why she didn't want to text me any more.
As work got busier, I didn't get to see her as much, sometimes only two or three times a week. But every time she would smile and wave and say hi. Her smile meant, means, the world to me. I only want her to be happy, even if that doesn't involve me.
Today I found out she might be quitting and getting a job elsewhere. If that happens, I'll probably never see her again. I've gone over this scenario in my mind many times. What will I say to her on that last day? Will I be able to tell her I love her? Should I?
The gaping hole in my heart is growing. I really don't know what to do.
Thanks for listening to this silly old man.