“Good Morning” he says casually, as they pass in the hallway at work. “Good morning!” she replied a little too cheerfully, hoping he didn’t notice her cheeks turning pink. Man. She thinks. What is my deal?! This is crazy.  I’m married.  HAPPILY married. Why does my stomach flip-flop every time I see this guy? Why do I catch myself wondering how I look, if he’s around? Thinking twice before I speak out if he’s there? Why is this happening? This has never happened to me before.  I’m married! After a couple of days where the friendly smiles gradually turned into…