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.

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.

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 thought about you. What I wanted to say, what I wanted to do the next time that I see you. Then I started writing this story that you inspired me to write. After I finished it. My thoughts turned to you again. I thought about giving it to you that you could read it. Then ask you what I want to ask you. Then I want to see if the story I wrote comes true. For us.

When we danced I held you. It felt like a dream. I looked at you. You are so beautiful. The way you smiled at me, it made me fall in love with you. I want to tell you that the next time when we dance.

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.

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.

Trying to see what words that I could use to capture your beauty. I might have found it. It's lovely.

I think I should know what to say to you. But when I open my mouth no words come out. And while I'm quietly thinking of words to say to you. I see an amused look on your face. Then the words finally come to me. And I say, "I am in love with you."

I am thinking about you. I miss you. I hope to see you. I want to tell you. I want to be with you.

Would you like to dance? We could dance to a song we like. We could dance to the rhythm of the song. Or we could dance to the beating of our hearts.

I'm lost in your face. I see your sparkling eyes. They capture me. They engulf me. They are captivating. They are so bright. They are what I see all the time.

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.