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.

The woman I love is out there somewhere.

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.

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.

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 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.

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.