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.

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.

Part One:
I think about you and I write. I've rewritten this (the following) letter a few times. And I've always been on the verge of sending this to you every time I write it. But the reason I didn't send it is because I don't know how you're going to react to it. I'm fine thinking it. I'm fine saying it. But I'm nervous about how you're going to react. Nervous about what you're going to think about it. Nervous about what you're going to say about it. Say the word and I will send it. Say nothing and I won't. I'll keep it to myself forever.

Part Two:
My Dear [  ],

I'm thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about you. Being with you is the best thing in my life. It might be too early to think and say those things, but I can't help it. I feel it. I feel that way.

I want to be there with you. But the memory of you must hold me over until I see you again. Until then.
I find you so beautiful. Inside and out. I love your smile. When we were together, I am so into you. I am captivated by you. I keep looking at you.

I like you. I deeply care about you. The surprise I got you is your summer vanillas berry perfume and a sketch book with pencils, colored pencils.

You are special. You have a special place in my heart. I want you in my life. Even if we only see each other once in a while. I'll take it and it would mean a lot to me. More than anything. Oh and I do have a secret to tell you. I love you, [  ]. I belong to you. Heart, body, and soul.
Yours,

Part Three:
. . .

I'm trying to think and figure out something to say to you about what I feel about you. I like you. I deeply care about you. I hope you're doing okay. I just don't want me to say that every time I talk to you. The surprise I got you is your summer vanillas berry perfume and a sketch book with pencils, colored pencils. I want you in my life. Even if we only see each other once in a while. I'll take it and it would mean a lot to me. More than anything. Oh and I do have a secret. I love you, [  ]. I don't know what else to say to you.

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.

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.

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.