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.

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.

Well I did it. I met a woman. We went out. And I fell for her. And I forward her what I've been meaning to tell her. Been meaning to say. I told her my feelings that I have for her. I told her "I love you". I haven't heard from her yet. I don't know what she is going to say, going to do, going to think. I don't know what if anything we are going to do after. She has all the power over me now. It's up to her. But I hope for the best.

But if she decides against me. I'm going to be saddened. There is a perfect song that song is "Love In Vain" by Robert Johnson. It totally reflects my feelings.

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 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.

There is a woman that I love. I know her. She knows me. We see each other. When we're together I'm too shy to tell her of my feelings, but as we spend time my love for her grows every time. I love everything about her. The way she acts. The way she moves. The way she looks. As I feel my heart beat for her every time she's near the love engulfs me. I feel all these things. I feel all these emotions. I feel all these feelings. But I'm shy to let her know how I feel about her because I have no idea what her feelings are for me. Sometimes I see a longing looking in her face as if she is waiting for me to tell her exactly how I feel, but I carry on with this unrequited love that I have for her.

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.

I want to see you again. I like being with you. You always make my day when I see you. You are lovely inside and out. When I'm with you I get shy about what I want to say to you. What I really want to say to you. And each moment we spend together is drawing it out. Drawing it out of me. For you to finally hear. The words I need to say to you. I like you.

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 like you. I hope you like me.

She.
She is inspiring.
She is amazing.
She is lovely and beautiful.
I love she.
She.
She is everything to me.
She has my heart.
She knows it.
She.

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 still want to see you. I still want to go on a date with you. I still want our date. I am still wanting to see you even after these few years. I still want to see what's going to happen between us. I still want to talk to you more than we have done before. I still wait for you; for us to meet. I still hope the meeting moment for us comes soon. I still want. I still wait. Still.

I have a question for you.
Do you like me?
[  ] Yes
[  ] No

The woman I love is out there somewhere.

I was getting lost in your face. I was feeling my feelings about you. Your eyes held me. Your smile made my love of you even more. I felt my heart beat as I was looking at you. You have my heart in your hand.

[    ],
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.

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.

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.

What can I say to you? How do I say the words I feel about you? When can the words come out of me? When at what moment shall I tell you? Do you already know how I feel about you? If I say the words to you, what are you going to say back? Can I? Shall I? Will I? Say the words?

I’m thinking about you,
I really enjoyed being with you,
I felt myself falling for you,
I’m compelled by you,
In my mind I see you,
I hold you,
I belong to you,
I have words I need to say to you,
I’m here for you,
I feel my heart beating for you,
I see a wonderful special lovely in you,
I you,
I can wait forever for you,
I love you.

I miss you. I try to see you, but I can't ever find you. When I go around hoping you're there, just waiting; wanting to see me. I feel a yearning in my heart for you. When I don't see you, it's there. But when I don't see you and I dwell on it then I really feel the yearning for you. I only hope I see you and hope seeing you takes away from the yearning I feel.

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

When I see you, I can only look on in love. I want to hold you. When you reach out for my hand, I was shaking. When our fingers touched my shaking stopped. And as I held your hand the feelings that I felt were flooding me. And as I looked at you, you mean more to me than anything.

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.

You dwell in my heart. You are who my heart yearns for. You are the one that my heart has seek for. You are who my heart holds. You are who my heart beats for. You are the one my heart feels for. You are who my heart belongs to. I heart everything about you. You have a special place in my heart. You are my heart.

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

I see a lone woman. She's standing there alone. She's so beautiful. She's waiting. Our eyes meet. I see bright eyes. I see a radiant smile. I've fallen in love with her. Went to her. She's waiting for me.

What does your heart feel? What does your heart dream? What are your heart thoughts? What is in your heart? You are everything my heart feels and dreams.

I look at you. I find you so beautiful. I like seeing you. I like seeing your smile. I like your pretty smile. I like your beautiful face. I am engulfed by you. I find myself wanting to see you. I go. When I see you, I am captivated by you. It's your smile. It's you. That does it. You make me shriek with enjoyment when I see you. You are so lovely. I am drawn to you. You are special to me. I like it when I see you. Then I see you. See you and see your smile. And I fall more.

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'm waiting for her.

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

You entered my mind after a long absence. I saw your beautiful face in my mind. I felt my feelings for you in my heart. I saw something that you would like. I thought about you the whole time I read it. Then I heard songs that you liked. And that made me think of you even more. Seeing you in my mind. Feeling you in my heart. And I realized, I was missing you.

I've just encountered someone beyond thoughts, beyond words. I look at you and you are dazzling. You have a capturing element. You have a hypnotizing look. I look at you and you have an element that I really like. The element is always going to be there. It's always going to draw me in. Because I behold a sight, you are a sight of beauty.

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

I'm thinking about you. I reflect on you and I smile. I like your smile. You are pretty and lovely. You are special to me. I needed to tell you that.

Dear Miss [     ]
I spend my day thinking about you. I look at things that I like. That you've done. And I am entranced. Something. There is something there. Beyond what you've done. And as I look I try to capture it in my mind. And I do and I don't. I don't because I can't see you. But I do because I know how I feel about you. The way I feel is I love you.

I was walking by a store front. Looked through the windows and the place business was completely empty save for one beautiful woman sitting in the corner near the counter. She looked up as I went by. I smiled at her. I saw a little smile appear on her face. I walked on. Went down a few more steps then I turned around. I started heading back to the empty store. I saw she was still sitting there. I walked in. She looked up at me. I went over to her. "Hi," I said, "I'm here to take you away from here." I reached out my hand to her. She was looking at me. She . . .

I find myself thinking about you. Seeing your beautiful face in my mind. Feeling the love that I have for you. Seeing you smile. Falling in love with you again. I can't stop thinking about you. And you know I will always stare at your face and at your smile. Because I love you. Feeling the love that I have for you in my heart. I realized something. You own my heart. You are the owner of my heart.

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

Am I letting my emotions overtake me? When I try to write I can't write and all I see in my mind is you (not that's a bad thing). I think about us but I also think about what you told me. It's like I listened to you but at the same time I think it's possible for us to be together.
I know the reality and the gravity of the words you told me but the emotional romantic part of me believes in us and believes that love will be for us. And when I try to tell you this, it's like my brain goes on "mute" for the words I should/shouldn't say to you. I think about the words you told me I understand why you told me them. But I still believe in us and in love for us. Somehow.

I'm thinking about you. I want to see you. I want to take you to my favorite restaurant to share a pizza. I want to take you to go watch a film. But we've already tried. I have no problem inviting you to things I want to do with you. I want to try again. I know it's going to be difficult if not impossible for us to get together. As I think about you. Everything I want to do. Everything we can do. We can do, but only in my dreams.

My Dear Princess,
when I first saw you I was struck by how beautiful you are. As we spent time together my feelings for you developed more and more. I'm happy being with you. I fell for you when I saw you. I want to be with you because I love you.
Princess Lana, you are the ruler of my heart.

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.

I was struck by you, by your beauty. I look at you. You smile. I look at your smile. I feel - I become entranced and I find you so beautiful. You have a pretty smile. I like your smile. And also I like you.

I was thinking about you. I enjoy our interactions with one another. I enjoy seeing you. I like it when you come to see me. I like how you look at me. I know you have feelings for me. When you see me I hope you know that I have feelings for you and they feel the same towards you.

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.

I thought about you. Then I found myself in a place (that I thought you wouldn't be at, I didn't expect to see you there at the time). I was looking around then you came into view. I thought you wouldn't be happy to see me again. Then you looked at me. I saw a small smile on your face. You did look happy to see me. And seeing your face like that filled me up and gave me hope. We briefly talked. Then the next day, I saw you again. I was surprised, but also happy to see you again (so soon) . We briefly talked again. You were walking to somewhere else. I would have walked with you, but I had to go someplace else. If I had walked with you. I would have told you that "I miss you" and "I like you". Then I saw you once again. I was surprised and happy to see you. I was even more surprised that you were talking to me/that we were talking (again). I know I wanted to talk to you more, but you couldn't. And now I'm hoping that I will see you again. That I can ask you/tell you, "Wait. Wait. When can I see you again?"

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.