Tension, it's only natural

You seem far more approachable than in the past; you let your guard down. Your skills as an effective communicator, therefore, have evolved; these newly adopted traits will open doors your airy and snubbing former self might have closed. Let go of that ego, you know you've never failed to surprise me. You were not just insistent, which is of essence; you were persistent, which lasts. It makes you stand out. Granted: you're gorgeous, but there are just so many gorgeous girls. I couldn't go beyond three pages in any of the pseudo-science fiction passing off as self-help. Like Cervantes wrote Don Quixote, in part to ridicule the trendiest novelty in literature of his time, Las Novelas de Caballeriza, fictional tales about brave knights who put their life on the line to save a princess trapped in the castle. Cervantes wanted to do away with such atrocity, just like I want to do away with the whole field of self-improvement. I start by the idea, exposed somewhere somehow previously, that we work on our imperfection. If we start with being already perfect, and that whatever mirage you follow in life, you're working towards the destruction of what already is. Not that you shouldn't prosper or that you should conform; except the notion that everyone will ultimately want this. That everyone wants it, that may be, but only a handful will go for it.
Gold is precious because it is scarce; we want to inspire those who really really really want it. And the only thing that makes us look good is that others have it so bad. There, I said it. Of course, I smile, and once in a while people ask, "Hey, why so serious?" You never went there. You know the rules: it is the guy who advances. You may tease him, and tease me you did. I'd, of course, second any motion and amplify it, make you nervous perhaps. Most of the time, I just go about my business. Of course, I see you. You still come down like someone who has an internal remote alarm, set me off, on, off, on and so, and I'm way beyond cool, like an iceberg. I am unmovable. Not so much like before, stone-faced, cold and emotionless, explosive. Nowadays, I put the same face but take it down a notch, just so I don't scare away the girl. And I tried ignoring you. I've tried, well, not try, but actually I thought I was trying so hard not to try. Not to give in, or surrender, but sometimes, in some indelible way I did throughout the course of this platonic affair. Lately only I've come to the realization that that approach was effective only as an appetizer. The real meal had to be gradually engaging her, blowing off some of the tension and eventually getting to know you. See, the theory is, that familiarity between the two of us will help us demystify the issue, maybe see each other like two mature individuals. No, wait; my mind would often wander around. The thing is, like a Rum, it goes smoother if there is some Cola. Anything that goes between the two of us, a simple greeting, a mirroring of postures or gestures; silence, it screams out louder than all the conversations around. Silence is something we love, and we give signals all the time; you may not come down as often as in the past, but you do manage to come down and let yourself be fashionably seen daily, and if you hide, I find you. I work late, just to get a glimpse of you. Of course, I check other girls out but they don't paralyze me like you. The world stands still.
Tension, is only natural.