I was thinking about you, about our date. I wasn’t feeling nervous at all. I was doing just fine. Then at 12:30 I thought about you and the nervousness started coming to me. It wasn’t as bad as before, but I knew that in time that nervousness would appear. I started listening to my music. Romantic songs. The nervousness was growing stronger. Then I put on the theme songs from Power Rangers and suddenly the nervousness was leaving. Getting excited about our date. Started heading to it. About five minutes away, the nervousness came back to me. I started walking through the location by where our date is. I felt myself rushing to it. To see you. Forced myself to slow down a little. Try to catch my breath. Caught it when I approached the door. Walked in and got a table. Exhaled. Waited for you; for our date to begin. Feeling slightly nervous on the day of about our meeting and our date.

When I'm with you, I can only stare at you.
When I'm with you, I feel the love that I have for you.
When I'm with you, I'm struck into silence by your beauty.
When I'm with you, I fall in love with you again.
When I'm with you, I feel my heart beat.
When I'm with you, I want to hold you and tell you how I feel. How I adore you.
When I'm with you, I want to hold your hand.
When I'm with you, I want to tell you I love you.
When I'm with you, I want to see you smile.
When I'm with you, I like being with you.
When we're together.

When we see one another, it's always nice to see you smile. I see a wonderfully enchanting look on your face when I sing when you hear me and to you. I feel the words every time but especially when I sing them to you and I see by the look in your pretty face, you feel the same.

I think about you. A lot. When I think about you, I find myself writing; writing about you. The things we've done together. The things I imagine we could do together. Even some of my dreams about you. And as I was thinking and writing about you. I realized that you are my muse. You are the one who inspires my thoughts, my dreams, writing, and my one wish [you]. You inspire me with everything you do. My Muse.

I was living a lonely life. I didn't have anyone special in my life. I went to work just like a regular typical ordinary day. And after I walked in. I saw you standing there. Our eyes met. You were looking beyond beautiful. I saw a little smile appeared on your beautiful face. Your smile made you glow. And I was captivated. Then we started being "together". And suddenly I was feeling love when I saw you; when we're "together". But there was something else inside (just besides) the beauty. I saw the inner beauty that you possess. And I felt the love for you both in inner beauty and beauty.

You asked me for a secret. I couldn't think of one at the moment. A week past. Kept thinking about you. Kept thinking about you. Then I suddenly had the secret, you wanted to know, come into my mind. I wrote it down. The secret you want to know. I don't know if I should read it to you or let you read it yourself. I don't know what to do. Should I even mention it to you or should I not tell you at all. I have to see what I'm going to do when I see you again. If you or I even mention the word, "Secret"; I am going to tell you my secret.

Preface: Don't know what I'm going to write. Don't know what I'm going to say (or end up saying).

I feel the feelings that I have about you. I really like you and I really like seeing you. I felt energy go through us when we held each other, when held hands. I like holding you. I think about you and I feel a smile on my face. Every time. I totally want to see you again. I want to be with you. I hope we get together again soon. I hope I see you again. (Laying it all down for you.) Please tell me what you think. What you feel.

Idea Image Imagine Mirage Imagination Ghost Spirit Angel Love
That is how I describe you. That is how I see you. You look so beautiful every time I see you. That is the way you are. I see you pass. I see you for a moment. Then I try to see you again after that and you are gone. I'm not sure if I really saw you or if I just imagined you. Then when I go around I see a flash of beautifulness and loveliness. Then I see you smile. And I fall. Lovely. That is what you are.

I've seen these films over a hundred times. I know every line. I know the theme song. I'm not afraid of ghosts. But when I watch them, I forget that I've seen these before. And when the scary scenes come on, I'm like "Aah!" every time. I just think I need you by my side to give me the courage not to be afraid.

I’ve always been mesmerized by her. I would look at her. And she would simply smile and I can’t turn away. Seeing her smile gave me the courage to say the words I feel. “I like you. I like you,” I repeated. Her smile deepens. “You must have known how I feel about you. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to tell you every single time I see you. It nearly comes out especially when you smile. I’m captivated by you. I’m entranced by you.” She reached out and gently took a hold of my hand. Looked at our hands. Looked at her. She was smiling. I was mesmerized by her. “I love you.” She gently squeezed my hand.  “I’ve always known. I was just waiting for you to tell me.”

I'm thinking about you, N. We're going to meet. Will we like one another straight off? I don't know. I hope so; I hope we do. I don't know what's going to happen. When I told my friends about you and they got excited for me. But I didn't tell them everything I know about you because they didn't ask me. But I think about your situation and I think we could get past it. Some people might tell me "Don't." "Go find someone else." I don't think I could do that. Unless it really doesn't work out between us. But when we talk; I send you a message. And the nervousness hits me after I send it. Then I'm shaking a little as I wait for you to reply. But after you reply I try to think of something else to say, and I'm suddenly hit with writer's block. That mixed with my nervousness about you isn't good for me at all. "Forget about her past and embrace her." a friend told me. And as I think about you, I'm willing to do that, N.

P.S. I wonder what you would say if I told you this.

I saw something (a gift) that my friend would like. I picked it up. I decided that the next time I see her, I'm going to give it to her. I started walking to the place where I knew she was going to be. A few steps to it, I feel my heart pounding a little. With each step, the pounding increased. When I reached the door, the pounding was making my hand shake. Exhaled. It didn't help my nervousness. I retrained my courage. I went in. She wasn't facing me then she turned around and saw me. We smiled. My heart relaxed. Approached her. Gave her the gift. I saw a pretty smile on her pretty face. That was a long walk, but it was so worth it.

Is something I like. It ranks up there with Coca-Cola. I always put them together. No matter how far one is away from another. I get them and I'm happy. I focus on them. But when you even walk in my view the pizza and Coca-Cola, that brings me such joy, is left there untouched as I look at you. Then when you depart my view my attention goes back to the pizza and Coca-Cola. But when you are in front of me, I could only focus on you.

We met. I kept looking at you. Your simple beauty is drawing me in. We glance at one another. The brief moments of your beauty strikes me every time. And I hold onto those moments between us. The moments reside in my heart. With each moment the love I feel fills my heart. And when I finally told you that I love you; your beauty radiant beyond anything I've ever seen. And it dawned on me, I will always love you.

Drinking a can of Coca-Cola. Looking at a really pretty woman. My view doesn't leave her face. She has her head resting on her hand. A small smile is on her pretty face. Her smile is the most illuminating, radiant light.

I'm trying to think and figure out something to say to you about what I feel about you. I like you. I deeply care about you. I hope you're doing okay. I just don't want me to say that every time I talk to you. The surprise I got you is your summer vanillas berry perfume and a sketch book with pencils, colored pencils. I want you in my life. Even if we only see each other once in a while. I'll take it and it would mean a lot to me. More than anything. Oh and I do have a secret. I love you, [  ]. I don't know what else to say to you.

Misty. I'm gathering words. Words that I need to recite. The words that I'm thinking of; that touch my heart. Because you inspire them. Misty. When I see you I feel my heart skip. You simply draw out the words and thoughts about you. When I see you smile, I'm entranced. And I have to tell you. I love you. Misty.

Adorable. That's what you are.

Should I ask her out? Should I not ask her out? I like her a lot. She's great. I'm nervous about it already, and I don't even have a final decision about it. Should I preface it to her by asking, "What would you say if I ask you out?". Or just do it? "You'll never know if you don't try." A friend of mine would tell me. As I think about her, my mind is leaning towards . .

I'm thinking about you. You mean a lot to me. And when we're together in all our moments, I feel my love for you. When I see you, our togetherness is wonderful. Something I cherish. And I see in your pretty face you feel the same.

I was thinking about you. I was listening to a song that makes me think of you. "Beautiful She’s then and now, forever". "I'm reaching for you, are you feeling it too? Does the feeling seem oh so right?" That's how I feel about you. You are the one I want to be with. You are. Milady.

I'm thinking about you.
You are so beautiful. You are so lovely.
I like you right away.
I'm a lovestruck boy.
I like you.
Here I am.
For you.

You are so beautiful. I was immediately emotionally and love struck by you. I like you right away. I kept looking at you in silence. Of course you noticed. You smiled knowingly at my obvious love struck silence. "What's on your mind?" you asked. I was silent. Looking at you. Your smile widened. After a minute of me not talking, the words finally came out of me. "I'm in love with you." Your smile melted my heart.

There was a man. Not a king nor a prince. Just a man. He was thinking about the woman he recently met. He was sitting in a corner being emotional. The reason he was emotional was because he was listening to "Love Theme?" and thinking about her. She was the only thing he saw in his mind. He saw her smiling at him. He felt a stirring in his heart as he look upon her. Little did he realize the stirring in his heart was returning. The reason it was returning was walking to him and only at the last seconds did he realize why. He saw her step through the vision of her. He saw the same smile he saw earlier upon her face. There was enough room in the corner for two people. She lowered herself and sat down next to him. He smiled at her. The stirring he felt very soon developed into love. Love for the woman next to him. And he soon after that told her, "I love you." She put her head onto his shoulder and gently whispered, "I love you too." There they sat together.

My dear Princess,
I'm walking in the grove where we've walked before. I looked to my right hoping to see you there. I did see you in my mind's eye, but not there in person. I walked on. Ahead I saw the castle. I saw your window. I looked in and I saw you. I saw you quickly leave the window. When I made it to castle. I saw you, Milady, standing there waiting. I saw the verily beautiful smile on your pretty face. The smile that I love as equally as I love you.

I went to eat by myself. I thought about inviting someone. Finished eating. Then I went to this store to pick up steno notebooks. Then I went to this store by the first store and I saw a small bundle of roses. I smiled and thought of the someone. Picked them up. Got in line. Patiently waited my turn. The employee asked another employee to help out. She called me over. I went. Handed her the roses. "Aww," she said.
"They're for a friend."
"That's why I said, 'Aww.'. She's going to like them." She sounded so sure. Almost as if she read in me my feelings about the someone somehow. "I hope it works out."
"Me too."
She smiled at me. "Good luck."
"Thanks." I smiled and walked out. Amazed that that woman didn't know me, but also knew what I felt about the someone.

I went to the store. Trying to find something that catches my eye. Didn't find a book or a dvd. Then I started heading to the candy section. Looking at them. I was in the middle of the aisle. Couldn't decide which one I wanted to get. I heard something and I looked to my left and I saw you walk into the aisle. Your cute nerdy look caught my attention. You started walking towards me. Then I realized that you had to stock up the candy. I took a step back. "Sorry," I said. You looked at me and said, "Sorry." I smiled a little. I left the aisle. Went back towards the books. Looked around again for a bit. Didn't find one. Started heading to the registers and the doors. You were heading the same way at the same time. We almost walked into one another again. "Sorry," we both said. Bought a bottle of Coca-Cola and a Reese's. Started heading to the door. You were going to start stocking the shelf by the door. We almost walked into one another yet again. "Sorry," we both said again. Made it outside. You were stocking. I stopped and looked back at you. I smiled and made a decision. The next time I unexpectedly find you, I'm going to ask you out.

I'm taking a walk and you enter my mind unencumbered. It's always nice to see your face when I don't expect to see it. I see your pretty smile (The one you gave me.) and then I start thinking all about you. Then when I try to think of something to say to you, nothing comes to me at all. I get fragments of words to say to you; like "Hi." "Miss you." "Love you.". Then I think I can and can't send those fragments to you. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. But I have a feeling I am going to try to talk to you very, very soon.

When I look at you I see the way you are. I see your smile on your beautiful face. Your smile is engaging, it's captivating. I do know that I love you.

I was taking a walk. Thinking of you. We're going to meet. I thought to myself, my life is like a romantic drama film. We talked then we were going to meet and have our date, but you couldn't make it. And yet I still waited. Now time has past and you're in my mind again. We got back in touch and now we're actually going to meet and have our date. Just like in a film which the couple try to be together, but they're separated for some time. Then they get together. I hope we get our happy ending.

What can I say? What can I do? the words and actions are there. I know they're inside of me, my heart. Mixing with my emotions I think of you I reach out to you and I hope when I see you again you reach out for me.

I was walking through a neighborhood that seemed to be a maze. Made it through. On the sidewalk where I was, I saw a pretty woman walking. We were heading the same way. Found myself inline with her walking. We looked at one another. We smiled. We said,  "Hi." We walked on together for a few blocks. We didn't say anything really. I saw a construction site ahead. I heard an alarm go off for me. I didn't want to be late so I started to run. I saw she started to run too. We swapped positions. We almost bumped into one another. We said, "Sorry." We ran together, towards the site. We saw a cross the street in front of us. The pretty woman that I was running next to and with (and who I should be talking to) turned left. She started going down that street. Time slowed down. "Wait, where are you going?" I asked her. She turned towards me, she smiled, she laughed, she looked pretty. I kept running forward. A cross street was ahead of me. I saw her coming from left to right in front of me. Then just as quickly I saw her go right to left. I wondered why. I stayed on my side and I ran into a dead-end. Retrace my steps. Found my way out. Started running again. Then we encountered each other again a block away from where I was heading to. We started running together again. Looking forward and at her at the same time. I saw the pretty smile. I said, "I feel my heart running for you." She smiled.

Part One:
I think about you and I write. I've rewritten this (the following) letter a few times. And I've always been on the verge of sending this to you every time I write it. But the reason I didn't send it is because I don't know how you're going to react to it. I'm fine thinking it. I'm fine saying it. But I'm nervous about how you're going to react. Nervous about what you're going to think about it. Nervous about what you're going to say about it. Say the word and I will send it. Say nothing and I won't. I'll keep it to myself forever.

Part Two:
My Dear [  ],

I'm thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about you. Being with you is the best thing in my life. It might be too early to think and say those things, but I can't help it. I feel it. I feel that way.

I want to be there with you. But the memory of you must hold me over until I see you again. Until then.
I find you so beautiful. Inside and out. I love your smile. When we were together, I am so into you. I am captivated by you. I keep looking at you.

I like you. I deeply care about you. The surprise I got you is your summer vanillas berry perfume and a sketch book with pencils, colored pencils.

You are special. You have a special place in my heart. I want you in my life. Even if we only see each other once in a while. I'll take it and it would mean a lot to me. More than anything. Oh and I do have a secret to tell you. I love you, [  ]. I belong to you. Heart, body, and soul.
Yours,

Part Three:
. . .

I see something. Well I see someone I like. Someone who is beyond pretty. Someone who is all-encompassing. Someone who gets more beautiful every time I see her. Someone who is the center of my universe. Someone who I love.

I think about you. I think about your pretty smile on your equally pretty face. I like you. I feel my love for you, Rose. I love you, Rose.

Preface: I wrote some poems. I let the woman who inspired them read them. Haven't heard from her.

Did I do something wrong? Did I say something bad? Was it the poems? Was that too much for you to read? I didn't write them for you (Well, not entirely exactly.). Yes, I thought about you then I wrote them. Were you - are you disturbed by them? By in fact, my feeling about you? I think about going down to see you to explain myself. To get your thoughts about it. Just to see you, period.
Why haven't I heard from you? I really truly hope that I didn't do anything wrong by you - to you. I know my feelings and poems were - are unwarranted, but I needed to tell you know. I needed to tell you know about the poems. I needed to tell you.
Please tell me if I did anything wrong. Please keep talking to me.
I'm afraid of you - of you telling me that you don't want to keep talking to me. Or see me. And that is something that I don't want to happen.
You really don't have the time to reply. But if  you do have the time to reply. You're sorting out your thoughts about it - about me.

I like seeing your beautiful face. you are so
Lovely. when i see you, you
Outshine the sun. i really enjoy the
View when i am with you. your beauty is
Enchanting.
Your smile bewitches me.
Our togetherness is what i hold dear. i am
Under your spell.

I went to your job to see you and to give you a rose. Walked in and I didn't see you. I bought a can of Coke and waited patiently nervously for you. Time past and you didn't come in. Yet I still waited. Hoping you would appear at any moment. Couldn't wait there any longer. My Coke was empty soon after I sat down and began to wait for you. I went up to the man behind the bar and asked, "Is [  ] going to be here today?" "No. She's going to be here on Sunday." "Okay." I put the rose onto the bar. "Can you give this to her?" "I'll make sure she will get it." "Thanks."

I hoped that he texted you and told you, you have a rose waiting for you. I hope you got it. I'm unsure what to do. Either go back and see you and tell you I was the one who gave you the rose. Or just let you think I'm just a secret admirer of yours.

I don't know your name. I have a crush on you. I like you. I like the way you look. I really like your smile. Seeing you is always a pleasure. I had to tell you that.

See  Dreams  Hope  Wish
Like  Love  Thoughts  Hold

I think about our time together and I smile. Being with you is a pleasure. I enjoy your company. When I'm with you, I feel an astounding amount of feelings that I know of and aware of especially around you. And when I look into your eyes, I see happiness.

I saw a picture of you. It was a cute picture. But what struck me was you. You're so pretty/lovely even with the make up design you have on. Then I saw another picture of you. Completely with out your make up. You're just as pretty/lovely as before. I know I like you. I hope that we can talk that I could tell you that.

I dreamt about you. You came back to visit. I was really happy to see you again. I saw you were surrounded by friends. Then I found you alone. I went up to you. You ha your pretty smile on your face. "Hi." "Hi." We hugged. I felt love. "How are you?" "I'm good. I . . . I missed you." "I missed you too." We hugged again. We started walking. Tell her you love her, my mind said. "[  ]." You looked at me. "Yes?" "I love you. I'm in love with you." You seemed to hesitate. "Richard, I . . . I don't feel that way. Well not exactly. I mean I do love you just not completely romantically." I was feeling love being with you, but also some heartbreak by you not saying it back the right way. I waited for you to the start talking again about your feelings. I was still feeling we could be together somehow. "If you hadn't moved away then could we have been together?" "Yes." I couldn't control myself. I kissed you. "I love you," I told you again. Your response was lovely. You kissed me back. We parted. We were looking at one another. A pretty smile on your beautiful face. "I'll come back," you said. I smiled at that, at you. Then I woke up.
I felt the love that I have for you during the dreams and after I wake up from these sweet dreams.

I'm effected by you; by your beauty. I'm drawn to you. You are so lovely. When I'm near you, you become my world; you are my world. I like seeing you smile. Your beauty expands when I see you smile. You encompass me. I get lost when I see you. You are something to behold. You are the someone I love.

My Dear N[      ],
I'm thinking about you. I miss you. I found myself falling in love with you. I want to be there with you. But the memory of you must hold me over until I see you again. Until then.
I found you so beautiful. I love your smile. When we were together I am so into you. I am captivated by you. I keep looking at you and I feel my love for you. I almost told you that. Along every time I thought about kissing you. You are special. You have a special place in my heart. But one thing is certain I belong to you. Heart, body, and soul.

Yours, R

Listening to I Want You and F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.. Looking at you. "I feel like we are in the middle of these two Pulp songs," I told you.
You said, "I feel the same." Then you teased and asked me, "If you had any words you wanted to say to me, but was too scared to say them."
"No," I said. "I'm not scared to tell you." Then you waited for me to say the words. Your look prompted me. I told you, "I like you." The smile on your face was my treasure.

I find myself thinking about you. I see your beautiful face in my mind and that generates the love to my heart. I feel my heart beating for you. I am so mesmerized by the sight of you. That you are the only thing I see and as I look at you, I feel my beating heart growing stronger. And the sight of you is compelling me to which I see you next time I am going to hug and hold you and I am never letting go.

A picture of a small rose bouquet.
I look at it and I'm reminder of you by it. A beautiful stunning thing of beauty that I hold dear. The love is there in my heart for you. When I pick it up, I see your reaction in my mind when I gave you the actual rose bouquet. I saw the bright lovely smile on your face; my love for you was swelling in my heart. My love. As I looked at you, looking at your smile. I leaned over and kissed your cheek. Your smile brighten. "My love," I said. You looked at me. You were smiling. Your smile will always stay in my mind. Forever.

I see you in my dreams. Our moments together seem both long and brief. I can't get over how beautiful you are. There's two questions I want to ask you. But when we look at one another, I can't get the words out. Then you leave and I'm filled with regret by not saying the words that I feel I need to say to you. But hopefully when I see you again I will ask you the words I have been feeling. To ask you out. To tell you I want to be with you.

There's this woman that I know and like. I want to ask her out. I want to get to know her better. I'm thinking about asking her the next time I see her. Which is at the end of the week. I'm going to tell her. But since I'm a week ahead. I'm going to be thinking about this and her non stop all week. Possibly overthink this all week. And I really shouldn't be thinking about it or overthink it as much as I already am. When I see her I'm going to be more nervous about it then I am right now. And when I see her I hope I don't panic and run away from her. But I know I'm going to say the words/the question to her. "I was wondering if you wanted to get dinner tonight with me?". But her reply/her answer I'm not going to have any idea what she is going to say/tell me. I have no idea at all what it's going to be. But I'm hopeful.