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

I like when you hold me and carry me. As I hold you I look at you and I see you looking at me. I see in your face that you like me, that you feel love towards me. And as I look at you, I hope you see the same feelings in my face as well. Because I know those feelings are there for 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.

I see you after what seems like a lifetime of not seeing you. I missed you. I missed you a lot. I like seeing you. I know that. I was staring at you. I saw a little smile on your face. These words came out of me on their own. "Say. If in five years, you're single. Will you marry me?" I was looking at you but then I couldn't decipher your look, your face or your answer to that question. I just knew that I was going to be in suspense until I hear from you about it / again. I don't know what to hope for. I'm hoping for a positive answer though.

I find myself thinking about you. I see your beautiful face in my mind and that generates the love to my heart. I feel my heart beating for you. I am so mesmerized by the sight of you. That you are the only thing I see and as I look at you, I feel my beating heart growing stronger. And the sight of you is compelling me to which I see you next time I am going to hug and hold you and I am never letting go.

I'm waiting for her.

There is a woman I know. I think about her every day. I find her so beautiful. She is so lovely. I like and enjoy when I see her. Seeing her smile makes me happy. When I hold her, I don’t want to let her go. I just want to hold her and spend our time together. Because of what I feel towards her. I like her so much. I, in fact, love her.

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.

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.

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.

I see something. Well I see someone I like. Someone who is beyond pretty. Someone who is all-encompassing. Someone who gets more beautiful every time I see her. Someone who is the center of my universe. Someone who I love.

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.

I was taking a walk. Thinking of you. We're going to meet. I thought to myself, my life is like a romantic drama film. We talked then we were going to meet and have our date, but you couldn't make it. And yet I still waited. Now time has past and you're in my mind again. We got back in touch and now we're actually going to meet and have our date. Just like in a film which the couple try to be together, but they're separated for some time. Then they get together. I hope we get our happy ending.

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.

Preface: Don't know what I'm going to write. Don't know what I'm going to say (or end up saying).

I feel the feelings that I have about you. I really like you and I really like seeing you. I felt energy go through us when we held each other, when held hands. I like holding you. I think about you and I feel a smile on my face. Every time. I totally want to see you again. I want to be with you. I hope we get together again soon. I hope I see you again. (Laying it all down for you.) Please tell me what you think. What you feel.

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 was thinking about you. I was seeing you in my mind. When I thought about you. I felt my heart was beating. My heart already knew what my mind knew. That I'm in love with you. My heart already knew I love you. And when I see you, I see you already knew that too.

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.

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.

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

I'm thinking about you.
You are so beautiful. You are so lovely.
I like you right away.
I'm a lovestruck boy.
I like you.
Here I am.
For 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.

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.

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.

I like you. I hope you like me.

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.

You are so beautiful. I was immediately emotionally and love struck by you. I like you right away. I kept looking at you in silence. Of course you noticed. You smiled knowingly at my obvious love struck silence. "What's on your mind?" you asked. I was silent. Looking at you. Your smile widened. After a minute of me not talking, the words finally came out of me. "I'm in love with you." Your smile melted my heart.

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.”

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.

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.

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.

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 think about you. A lot. When I think about you, I find myself writing; writing about you. The things we've done together. The things I imagine we could do together. Even some of my dreams about you. And as I was thinking and writing about you. I realized that you are my muse. You are the one who inspires my thoughts, my dreams, writing, and my one wish [you]. You inspire me with everything you do. My Muse.

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.

My dear Princess,
I'm walking in the grove where we've walked before. I looked to my right hoping to see you there. I did see you in my mind's eye, but not there in person. I walked on. Ahead I saw the castle. I saw your window. I looked in and I saw you. I saw you quickly leave the window. When I made it to castle. I saw you, Milady, standing there waiting. I saw the verily beautiful smile on your pretty face. The smile that I love as equally as I love you.

I think about you. I have dreams about you. My dreams are about you. I look for you in my dreams. I see you in my dreams. My dreams are sweet. My dreams are lovely. My dreams drive my thoughts. My dreams drive my feelings. That I have for you. My dreams are the only thing that I see. Until I see you. I see you smile. I feel love when I see you in my dreams. I feel love when I see you. You make my dreams come true. My dreams. Have I told you, “I love you.”. You are my dream, my love.

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.

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'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.

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'm thinking about you, N. We're going to meet. Will we like one another straight off? I don't know. I hope so; I hope we do. I don't know what's going to happen. When I told my friends about you and they got excited for me. But I didn't tell them everything I know about you because they didn't ask me. But I think about your situation and I think we could get past it. Some people might tell me "Don't." "Go find someone else." I don't think I could do that. Unless it really doesn't work out between us. But when we talk; I send you a message. And the nervousness hits me after I send it. Then I'm shaking a little as I wait for you to reply. But after you reply I try to think of something else to say, and I'm suddenly hit with writer's block. That mixed with my nervousness about you isn't good for me at all. "Forget about her past and embrace her." a friend told me. And as I think about you, I'm willing to do that, N.

P.S. I wonder what you would say if I told you this.

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 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.

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.

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.

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 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'm thinking about you. You mean a lot to me. And when we're together in all our moments, I feel my love for you. When I see you, our togetherness is wonderful. Something I cherish. And I see in your pretty face you feel the same.

I think about our time together and I smile. Being with you is a pleasure. I enjoy your company. When I'm with you, I feel an astounding amount of feelings that I know of and aware of especially around you. And when I look into your eyes, I see happiness.