Just Water. I think there must be a leak in the ceiling up above, as water has just splashed on my cheek and it can't be from me; I'm in love. Perhaps there is a hole in the tiles over my head. there's another drop on the other cheek but not from me, I'm in love, I said. Maybe someone's left a tap on upstairs, in another room up there. as there's no way these are tears falling I'm in love, living life without a care. Hold on though, let me think. I've just moved back from my desk to see if any more drops fall down from above and hit me on the cheek. There's another and another, counting seven, eight and nine. I remember now, although I'm in love I've just realised he's not truly mine. So, there is no leak, there is no hole, there is no tap left on up above. I am crying it seems in the office. Even though I am in love. copyright © Andi Dawson