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.

Is something I like. It ranks up there with Coca-Cola. I always put them together. No matter how far one is away from another. I get them and I'm happy. I focus on them. But when you even walk in my view the pizza and Coca-Cola, that brings me such joy, is left there untouched as I look at you. Then when you depart my view my attention goes back to the pizza and Coca-Cola. But when you are in front of me, I could only focus on you.

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

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?

"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'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.

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.

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 was walking through a neighborhood that seemed to be a maze. Made it through. On the sidewalk where I was, I saw a pretty woman walking. We were heading the same way. Found myself inline with her walking. We looked at one another. We smiled. We said,  "Hi." We walked on together for a few blocks. We didn't say anything really. I saw a construction site ahead. I heard an alarm go off for me. I didn't want to be late so I started to run. I saw she started to run too. We swapped positions. We almost bumped into one another. We said, "Sorry." We ran together, towards the site. We saw a cross the street in front of us. The pretty woman that I was running next to and with (and who I should be talking to) turned left. She started going down that street. Time slowed down. "Wait, where are you going?" I asked her. She turned towards me, she smiled, she laughed, she looked pretty. I kept running forward. A cross street was ahead of me. I saw her coming from left to right in front of me. Then just as quickly I saw her go right to left. I wondered why. I stayed on my side and I ran into a dead-end. Retrace my steps. Found my way out. Started running again. Then we encountered each other again a block away from where I was heading to. We started running together again. Looking forward and at her at the same time. I saw the pretty smile. I said, "I feel my heart running for you." She smiled.

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?"

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."

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'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.

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.

When we see one another, it's always nice to see you smile. I see a wonderfully enchanting look on your face when I sing when you hear me and to you. I feel the words every time but especially when I sing them to you and I see by the look in your pretty face, you feel the same.

Sweet lovely kisses.

You are so beautiful.

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 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 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 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.

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 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 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.

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.

You asked me for a secret. I couldn't think of one at the moment. A week past. Kept thinking about you. Kept thinking about you. Then I suddenly had the secret, you wanted to know, come into my mind. I wrote it down. The secret you want to know. I don't know if I should read it to you or let you read it yourself. I don't know what to do. Should I even mention it to you or should I not tell you at all. I have to see what I'm going to do when I see you again. If you or I even mention the word, "Secret"; I am going to tell you my secret.

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 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 was thinking about you, about our date. I wasn’t feeling nervous at all. I was doing just fine. Then at 12:30 I thought about you and the nervousness started coming to me. It wasn’t as bad as before, but I knew that in time that nervousness would appear. I started listening to my music. Romantic songs. The nervousness was growing stronger. Then I put on the theme songs from Power Rangers and suddenly the nervousness was leaving. Getting excited about our date. Started heading to it. About five minutes away, the nervousness came back to me. I started walking through the location by where our date is. I felt myself rushing to it. To see you. Forced myself to slow down a little. Try to catch my breath. Caught it when I approached the door. Walked in and got a table. Exhaled. Waited for you; for our date to begin. Feeling slightly nervous on the day of about our meeting and our date.

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.

The woman I love is out there somewhere.

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.

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'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 can come see you this weekend. I want to see you this weekend. Question is, do you want to see me this weekend? Tell me you want to see me this weekend. Please tell me to come see you this weekend. Because I know I want to see you this weekend.

[    ],
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.

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 . .

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.

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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 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.

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.

Listening to I Want You and F.E.E.L.I.N.G.C.A.L.L.E.D.L.O.V.E.. Looking at you. "I feel like we are in the middle of these two Pulp songs," I told you.
You said, "I feel the same." Then you teased and asked me, "If you had any words you wanted to say to me, but was too scared to say them."
"No," I said. "I'm not scared to tell you." Then you waited for me to say the words. Your look prompted me. I told you, "I like you." The smile on your face was my treasure.

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I went to the store. Trying to find something that catches my eye. Didn't find a book or a dvd. Then I started heading to the candy section. Looking at them. I was in the middle of the aisle. Couldn't decide which one I wanted to get. I heard something and I looked to my left and I saw you walk into the aisle. Your cute nerdy look caught my attention. You started walking towards me. Then I realized that you had to stock up the candy. I took a step back. "Sorry," I said. You looked at me and said, "Sorry." I smiled a little. I left the aisle. Went back towards the books. Looked around again for a bit. Didn't find one. Started heading to the registers and the doors. You were heading the same way at the same time. We almost walked into one another again. "Sorry," we both said. Bought a bottle of Coca-Cola and a Reese's. Started heading to the door. You were going to start stocking the shelf by the door. We almost walked into one another yet again. "Sorry," we both said again. Made it outside. You were stocking. I stopped and looked back at you. I smiled and made a decision. The next time I unexpectedly find you, I'm going to ask you out.

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.

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 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.

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.

you look nice pretty when I see you. The way you move catches my eye, my attention. I look at you. I don't know if you know that I look at you. You must know. We steal glances at each other. I like your face. I want to hold your face in my hands and stare at your face and tell you how I feel about you. If you don't already know already.