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I went to a place. I heard conversations getting louder and getting closer. Then three women walked in. Then you followed. You looked just as beautiful as before. And I know that I really missed you. A lot. I stopped in my tracks as I was looking at you. I smiled at you. I saw a brief smile on your face. "Hi," I said to you. "Bye," you said. You walked past me. I turned around. I was hoping that you would stop that we could talk. "Wait, where are you?" I approached you. You stopped. "I'm going to miss my train if I'm late." "Oh," I said. Not wanting you to miss your train, but knowing I wanted to see you. "See you soon?" I asked. "Yeah, soon," you said. You approached me. You put your arms around me. I put my arms around you. We hugged. That felt good. "I love you," I said. "I love you," you said. "Bye," we both said. We smiled. You walked out. I missed you already. I still like when we hug. Because I feel the love that I have for you even more at that moment. Of our hugs.

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.

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I'm thinking about you. I'm trying to form words to say to you. I know we can't hang out like we've done before. I still think about those days and smile. I'm happy to see you even the few rarely time I've seen you since then. I find you so lovely. To be with you. To see. I know you probably don't like it that I said that, feel that. About you. But I know I can't - I won't deny it to you. You are lovely.

You said, "Tell me a secret.". At the moment, I was stunned to say what my secret was. You said, "I will wait.". But every time We got together I would see in your face that you are waiting for me to tell you and each time I see you, it comes ever closer for me to tell you it. And when you smile at me it is at the tip of my tongue wanting to be told to you. My secret is  I'm in love with you. I love you, M-----.

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.

What is doubt? Is it good? Is it bad? It makes thinking more difficult than it already is. Does the doubt help when you try to come up with the decision or choice? Does it impede your thoughts about the subject you're thinking about? Is it a friend sometimes? Is it a foe? Does it keep you from making the choice you want to make? Does it freeze your mind and block out the other possible outcomes and answers? Let doubt in or do you keep it away from your thoughts and actions? I think I don't like doubt.

We spar. Not verbally, but physically. I look at you. You're very beautiful. I get distracted by you, by your beauty. Sometimes I forget my own movements. You have a grace in your movements. I also get distracted by that. I saw a smile on your face. When you see that I am distracted by you. Then you strike. You aim for my heart. Sometimes you hit it. Sometimes you don't hit it. But it feels like it's been hit every time. And when I look at you. At your beautiful face and I see your smile then you know you always hit me in the heart every time.

I'm thinking about a woman I know. I like her. We see each other once in a while. I could message her. I could write, "Hi. I want to see you again.". I could write, "Can I see you again? Soon? Really soon? PLEASE.". I could write, "Let's get together and go do something? I miss you.". Then I think about her and I get mixed emotions and mixed feelings about her - about us. I do like her. I do miss her. I do want to see her and hang out again with her. But I also feel that it's probably better than I don't see her again for another while. That I don't message her again for the time being. Because I don't know what she feels about me. And I think it's better to keep space between us? For us to figure out us. Or is it? Would be better if I just message her and tell her, "I want to see you again.". Then tell her what I feel. Then see what she says and what her reaction to me is going to be.  I don't know what to do about her.

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 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.

I saw you again. We smiled. We hugged. “I like you,” I said, during our hug. We parted. You looked at me with a pretty smile on your face. I fell in love with you. We hugged again. “I love you,” I said, this time. We parted. Your pretty smile engulfed me. “I’m always going to love you, Rose.”

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.”

My Love,
I have you in my heart. I hold you in my heart. I think about you. I feel my love for you swelling in my heart every time I see you. You hold your beautiful wonderful radiant smile on your beautiful face. My heart feels like if it's in the middle of a whirlwind. When I tell you "I love you.", your smile brightens and my love for you engulfs me completely and when we touch even the littlest touch I feel like a bolt of lightning surging through me and directly into my heart. And to the love that I feel/hold/have for you.

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I like you. I hope you like me.

I have something to tell you. I'm (actually) shaking; I'm so nervous about it. I'm thinking about you. I think we can shine. If - no I will tell you. I will. You deserve to know, to know that. I think I love you.

I wrote a romantic story. And I thought about my dear friend. Then I thought I should name the woman I wrote about my dear friend's name. I told my friend about the idea and she told me it's up to you i.e. me. And now as I think about it, I don't know what to do. Since I have her pseudo-approval about it, I can do it, but I am still not sure about it or what to do.

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.

My Beautiful Love,

You are so beautiful. I am in love with you.

You will always have a place in my heart. You are special to me, always. I will always be yours. I belong to you. I love you. Always. I promise.

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 . .

What's better?
You wrote something i.e. "Story about Miss Lady". You think you have a name for the Miss. Now the choice is either:
1) Either rewrite the story
or
2) Either keep the story the same just change the possible name of the Miss
or
3) Cancel the story altogether

The reason for the change is because it doesn't fit in anymore, or you don't like it as much as you did when you started it, or you're possibly slightly hurt.      Thank you. Appreciate it.

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.

I'm prepared for the rejection, the "No". What I'm not prepared for is the "Yes". What do I do then?

Hi. Do you want to go do something? Take a walk, go eat some food? It's my way of asking you out.

I always like you. Your beautiful. I miss you. I miss seeing you. I like seeing you when we hung out. It was always fun. We never, really didn't have a chance to be together. Though no fault of our own. We could have been together for a while, but something held us back, didn't it. Can the time for us be now or do we have to wait a little bit longer?
Why didn't get closer than we did? We have/had a chance to be together didn't we? What held us back? Was it the wrong time or was it the right time and we let the moment pass between us? Will we get it again? The moment? What will happen this time if we try? Or are we scared/afraid of what might happen? Or it might even go faster or easier if I see you and tell you everything. Then see where we go from there. Or have you always known? What I feel about you?
I'm sorry it didn't work between us. I'm sorry it didn't work out for us. I'm sorry we didn't try to be together.

I was thinking about you. You moved away. I miss you. I dreamt about you. The dream was of I was too shy to tell you how I feel about you. But I heard you talking about how shy you are about it too. Then I heard you call out to me, "Can you come over here that we could talk?" I did. "I want to be with you," you said. I said it too. We put our hands together. Looking at one another. We shared a kiss.
"I have always loved you," I said. You smiled so wonderfully. Your beautiful face was the last thing I seen then I woke up. Now I'm hoping that you will come back to me that we can be together. Because I love 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.

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.

There is a woman that I like. I want to ask her out. I'm on the verge of asking her. But the thing is she is my pseudo-boss. And if I ask her I'm inadvertently advertently putting her on the spot by asking her the question. What her respond will be the indication. It will be more likely "no", or "that's sweet, but no"; unsure and unlikely "yes". But if she says "no" it's probably going to be awkward for her to know that I like her, and being interested in her, and she is probably going to ask me to stop working for her. (I want to keep seeing her regardless) But I see it as totally worth the risk. Now I'm just waiting to hear from her and see her that I could ask her out for dinner.

I was thinking about / wondering about [  ]. I want to see her again. I like seeing her. Her cuteness is so compelling. I feel my heart beat when I see her, when I'm with her. Hearing the sweetness of her words. Her soft touch upon my hand. Makes my love for her even more. I'm captivated by her smile. It's so lovely. When I told her, "I'm in love with you." Her smile and her got even cuter.

I was walking along, looked to my right and I saw you just sitting there. I was struck by how cute you are. I smiled at you. You asked me to sit down and join you. I did. And as I kept looking at you, I couldn't focus on getting words out. I just focused on you and on how cute you are. You kept the conversation going for the both of us. You asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"
"You're really cute," I said. You smiled and got cuter.

I keep looking at you. When we are together, I can't stop looking. When we are apart, I keep seeing you in my mind. You are so beautiful. In my heart I feel the love that I have for you overpowering, controlling me completely. And I am in trance by you, my love.

I think about her. I see her. I love her. I am hers.

Adorable. That's what you are.

You are my beloved.

You are so beautiful.

Being with you, seeing you; I enjoy the view of you.

Sweet lovely kisses.

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.

Miss and love you.

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.

You are someone who I hold dear because you have my heart.

When I saw your face, I fell for you. You are so beautiful. I can't stop looking at you. Love suddenly developed in my heart for you. And when you're near, the love is calling out for you. And I told you. You held me; I felt being with you is the place for me to be.

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'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.

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.

This is for you, my love.

I always see your pretty face in my mind. I see your enchanting smile. I see how I fell in love with you again and again. I even feel your hand in mine. I want to see you again. I want to hold you again. I want to tell you the words that I haven't told you. The words I feel about you. I love you.

When I'm with you nothing else penetrates my mind except you. I'm in love with everything you do. I am so in love with you. I like you more than anything. I miss your brown eyes and your smile. I know it's been a while since we've seen each other, but not a day goes by and I don't think about you. I treasure our time together. My love for you is being kept and dwelling in my heart.

I'm waiting for her.