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.

This is for you, my love.

I always see your pretty face in my mind. I see your enchanting smile. I see how I fell in love with you again and again. I even feel your hand in mine. I want to see you again. I want to hold you again. I want to tell you the words that I haven't told you. The words I feel about you. I love you.

When I'm with you nothing else penetrates my mind except you. I'm in love with everything you do. I am so in love with you. I like you more than anything. I miss your brown eyes and your smile. I know it's been a while since we've seen each other, but not a day goes by and I don't think about you. I treasure our time together. My love for you is being kept and dwelling in my heart.

I'm waiting for her.

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.

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've blinded myself. Into believing. Believing in the unattainable. Believing that I could get the unattainable. I saw someone I want to be with. I saw the person as perfect. I didn't see beyond the person I saw. I didn't try to look under where the person resides. And I was so completely into her person I saw that I didn't even try to look beyond. The signs and sight were there in front of me and I didn't "see" because I thought I could make a small difference. But now my thoughts are being torn into two. I see and feel it as one way. Then the other side of seeing and feeling is completely opposite of what I originally thought of. And as I think of it, the separating in my mind is getting stronger. The doubt about it (everything) is flooding my mind. And I don't think I could go back to the original way I thought of. I don't know what I'm thinking of, I don't know what to think about it, I don't know how to feel about it, I don't know what to do about it either.

Can I be blind still or will I get my sight back?
Will I be one again or always be in two?