She was alone. Looking out the window. She saw a shooting star. She made a wish. To find the man of her dreams. "I wish to meet the man of my dreams," she said. "He's going to fall in love with me the first time he sees me." She went to sleep. Believing her wish will come true.
I went to my favorite pizza place. I was walking to my table and I saw a woman sitting alone with a glass of Coca-Cola in front of her. I looked at her face. I fell for her. She looked at me. She is so beautiful. She has a lovely, bewitching, haunting beauty. That I'm always going to look at and be in love with. I smiled. She smiled. I was drawn over. I sat down across from her. She's looking at me. I believe I'm supposed to meet this woman. "Is it you?" she said. "Yes," I said. She smiled.  I reached out and held her hand. She looked at our hands. Then she looked at me. "I love you," I said. She smiled her lovely smile.

No writing. No ideas. No words leading to other words. Just a blank. I'm trying to think. I'm thinking and nothing is coming. Nothing is forming in my mind. I'm looking at the blankness and I see something is there. Something that is getting bigger and closer with every passing thought on it. Then when the something is so clear to me I saw that it's you. You're standing in front of me. I see you and you smile. And suddenly you became surrounded by words, thoughts, ideas, and feelings that I have for you. But in the center of all that what I clearly see is you. And I know when I think about you, I am not going to draw a blank or have a blank thought again.

Spell,
We met. I liked you right away. I find you so beautiful. Your smile enchanted me. I fell for you. I told you what I feel about you. You gave me your enchanting smile. And what I do know is I'm staying in love 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.

I'm thinking about you. I'm seeing your beautiful face in my mind. I find myself reaching out to you. Trying to grasp you again. Every time I feel I am getting closer. It's like you are in my reach. I am drawn to you. I told you that. You smiled sweetly. You captured my heart. As I think about you and see you in my mind. I find myself writing to recapture your beauty that beholds me. I get closer every time I rewrite because I found myself in front of you. And you are reading these words and I recapture you. And you recapture me and my heart.

I can come see you this weekend. I want to see you this weekend. Question is, do you want to see me this weekend? Tell me you want to see me this weekend. Please tell me to come see you this weekend. Because I know I want to see you this weekend.

I’m thinking about you. I’m making a pizza for you. I’m going to deliver it after it’s done. Then I’m going to see you. See your beautiful face. See your beautiful smile. All the times I deliver to you. I enjoy seeing you smile. I enjoy seeing you. I think about delivering again. I thought about you. Seeing your smile, seeing you is a reward. I realized delivering pizzas has its own rewards. You.