Trying to work up the courage. I saw her last week, but she wasn't available to talk to me for a minute. It was still nice but I know I still want to see her. Thought about her all day yesterday. I conger up the smallest amount of courage. And I went to the place where she is. But then I stopped a couple of places away. Then I got frightened and turned and ran away. I'm thinking about her again. Trying to work up the courage. I have her in my mind. I have the time that I want to go down there and see her (at 2 p.m.) hopefully. Now I have to move my feet towards her and see her. And I hope this time she does have a minute to talk.

I gathered all the courage that I could mustered and I went down there. Went over. Went in. And I didn't see her. She wasn't there. Looked around for her. I didn't see her. I left. Hoped that the next time I come down there and see her again.

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.

I come here. To see you. I see you. You look beautiful as always. You move around the room. I steal a glance at you, at your beauty. You look at me and smile. You steal my heart. I want to approach you and tell you, "You have my heart.". But since I haven't told you yet. Know your beauty, you radiates in my heart.

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.

I went to where we went slightly panicking and nervous. Went in. Thought I was going to see you. Didn't. Went out and remembered where you parked. Started walking to then I started running to it. The lot was empty. Your car wasn't there. Turned around to look around. Didn't see your car anywhere. Started walking. Thinking about you, hoping you are alright. Missing you. Hoping I see you soon.

We've talked for a while. We still talk. I've only seen you a handful of times. You are constantly on my mind. All the time. You are constantly in my dreams. I see your extremely beautiful face. In my thoughts and dreams I repeatedly tell you, "I love you". I see the pretty smile (that I've seen before when we've seen each other) on your face. And I know that the love I feel for you is always going to be there. For you.

I thought about you. I saw you in my mind. I like seeing you. You are so beautiful. You are lovely. Seeing your smile, makes me fall for you ever more. Seeing you makes the love I feel for you even more. I like you. I love you. I wanted you to know that.

My Babygirl. I see you. I miss you. I think about you. I dream about you. I find you beautiful. I find you pretty. I hug you. I hold you. I like you. I love you. I am yours.

When I see you, I am struck by your beauty. I see you smile, you are beautiful. The way you look. I fell for you after I saw you smile. I look at you, you are so captivating. I am enraptured by you. Every time I see you. Seeing you smile, seeing you is lovely. When I see you, I keep falling for you.

I replay the day we spent together in my mind. I replay what we said to one another. I think of you and I smile at the memory. I even still smell your sweet perfume you wore. Looking at you. "You are special. Please know that," I told you. To my ears I sounded like I was begging you to know. I saw a little smile on your face. "So are you," you said. I hugged you and kissed the top of your head. We parted. Looked at one another. We were looking at each other.  I knew at that moment; I want to see you again.

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'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.

I've blinded myself. Into believing. Believing in the unattainable. Believing that I could get the unattainable. I saw someone I want to be with. I saw the person as perfect. I didn't see beyond the person I saw. I didn't try to look under where the person resides. And I was so completely into her person I saw that I didn't even try to look beyond. The signs and sight were there in front of me and I didn't "see" because I thought I could make a small difference. But now my thoughts are being torn into two. I see and feel it as one way. Then the other side of seeing and feeling is completely opposite of what I originally thought of. And as I think of it, the separating in my mind is getting stronger. The doubt about it (everything) is flooding my mind. And I don't think I could go back to the original way I thought of. I don't know what I'm thinking of, I don't know what to think about it, I don't know how to feel about it, I don't know what to do about it either.

Can I be blind still or will I get my sight back?
Will I be one again or always be in two?

I dreamt about you. I was in a kitchen. Looking out the window. I saw you. You started walking to the kitchen. I saw you come through the door. "Hi." "Hi." We hugged. We parted. Looking at your pretty face. I missed seeing you. We stayed close together. I was filled with the love that I have for you. I reached out and gently took a hold of your hand. Tell her how you feel, my mind said. "[  ], are you happy?" "I . . .' You were hesitating. "I don't know." I felt my grip gently tightening. "You know that I care about you." "I know." We looked at our hands. I looked up at you. Tell her. "[  ]," Looking at you. I almost told you, "I want to be with you. You deserve to be happy with me.". "I love you, [  ]." I leaned forward and kissed you. You kissed me back. We parted. Still close. Your pretty face was all I saw. We leaned each other's head onto one another. And kept looking at one another. "I love you," you whispered. I saw your pretty smile the one I missed. Then I woke up.

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 around. I thought about you. I'm happy that you are in my life. I'm happy I know you. I miss watching films with you. I also miss: hanging out with you, talking with you (the verbal kind), seeing you, I miss you, I will always love you, [      ]

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 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've got a secret. I love you.

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.”

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.

Miss and love you.

Sweet lovely kisses.

You're sweet. You're sweet to look at. You're sweet to be with. We're sweet to and for one another. I like being with your sweetness. I'm sweet on you. You are sweet.

I find myself thinking about you. When I see you, I keep looking at you. Your beauty and cuteness adds to the loveliness that you are and possess. When you smile, you light up every time. I feel my love for you every day. I feel it more when I see you. You are the beautiful one that I adore. I belong to you.

I was thinking about you. When we get together we hold hands, it's the best thing. To have my hand around your hand. To know that we are together. I like holding your hand. I like having your hand in mine. Then our fingers come together. Our hands, our fingers stay together it's the best thing. When we hold our hands, I know you are mine and you know I am yours. I wish I was there with you. Holding hands with you.

As I listen to this song, I feel emotional and a little sad. The strings sound sad as well. I am emotionally swept into the song. I feel it in my heart. I dwell upon the sweeping movement of the song. It stays with me. The song and the feelings. I hear the song when it's not even playing. Then the feelings come back to me. (I really like the song; don't get me wrong. It's one of my favorites. Maybe the emotional feelings I feel are the aftermath and not the intention.) And as I listen to it, I think about you. You said, "This is our song. The longing and the emotions and the sweeping feelings is how we feel towards one another. I hear it in the song. Do you?" Listened to it more. "I do hear it. I do feel that way. This is our song." You smiled so sweetly.

I'm thinking about you. I miss you. I liked seeing you. I liked seeing you smile. Sitting next to you. We held hands for a moment. Electric. I felt. Looking in your brown eyes. I got lost in your eyes, in your face. I almost leaned in to kiss you at every moment. But sitting there, being with you felt right. And I hope we get to do that again soon. Because I miss you.

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 got to my happy places. I like them. It makes me happy. The first one is a bookstore. I go around to look for something to catches my eye. I went down an aisle. Then I saw you. You looked at me. I saw a smile on your face. Then I got even more happier.
The second one is a pizza restaurant. I go to it for pizza. I looked around as I waited for my pizza. Then I saw you. You looked at me. I saw a smile on your face. Then I got even more happier. Then you came over and sat across from me. We smiled. "Hi," I said.
"Hi," you said. And I knew that I have a third reason to be happy. Because of you.

I think about you. I know we're not together at the moment. But know you go with my love.

I'm sitting with you. I'm looking at you. I like being near you. I like being with you. I like your pretty smile. I like your beautiful face. I am captivated, compelled, and mesmerized by you. In my thoughts and in my dreams. I see you in my mind. I see you in my dreams. Then I want to see you and when I see you, I can't stop looking at you. You behold me. You entrance me. You are so lovely. I love you.

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 never thought that I would be writing a Dear Jane letter. I was pretty sure that I would be on the receiving end of them. But never writing one. Thinking about you. Trying to write the letter in my mind. Listening to love songs. Feeling my feelings. Not wanting the songs to affect my thoughts and writing. I see your face in my mind. This is going to hurt you and I am sorry. But it might be the best thing for us.

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

You are my beloved.

We're having conversations at four a.m. in the morning. Both kind of conversations. The deep personal ones and the totally random ones. I like both. It's such a good way to start the day. Talking to you about anything that is on our minds. It makes me feel like we are so close to one another when we talk. I keep seeing you in my mind when we talk. I look out the window into the darkness of the early morning thinking of you. And I see in my mind that you do the same.

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.

You are so beautiful.

There's a woman. Who is pretty. She's remarkable. She is a vision of loveliness. I get weak in my knees when she smiles at me. When she gently touches my hand I feel an overflowing swelling of energy and emotions flooding me. And the way she looks at me with such gentle eyes; I feel I belong to her for the rest of my life because I love her.

Reading in bed. Looking at my phone at every paragraph. Seeing the green light being solid, but I want to see it flash to know I have a message from you. Looking at it, thinking of you while I'm waiting for you to message me.

You are the one.
You are the one I think of.
You are the one that I have in my heart.
When I'm with you, you show me you are wonderful.
You show me you are beautiful, cute, adorable.
You shine.
You sparkle.
You light up my day every time I see you.
You are.
You have.
You are and have my love because you.
That's what I love about you.

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.

In the way we are together; I see you, looking beautiful. The smile on your face makes my love for you even more so, and I just wanted to let you know that.

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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.

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

"What realm am I in? I haven't figure out what this realm is." you asked me. I know you are lost. I know your thoughts are beyond your understanding. I try to figure out what realm you are in as well. The realm you are in is only temporary. Because I know you. You are so strong. You will pull through and figure out your thoughts. As I think about you. I know you're out there alone, struggling. But I'm still here. Still waiting for you. Still wanting to be with you. Still yours. Because I know when we are together it's a sweet dream. That's the realm we are in when we are together. I want to go back to that realm with you. Because I still love you.

I fell in love with you. I feel it when I see you. I feel it when I'm near you. The moment when I fell for you was when you gave me an undeniably cute look. I knew after that moment that I'm yours.

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.