A picture of a small rose bouquet.
I look at it and I'm reminder of you by it. A beautiful stunning thing of beauty that I hold dear. The love is there in my heart for you. When I pick it up, I see your reaction in my mind when I gave you the actual rose bouquet. I saw the bright lovely smile on your face; my love for you was swelling in my heart. My love. As I looked at you, looking at your smile. I leaned over and kissed your cheek. Your smile brighten. "My love," I said. You looked at me. You were smiling. Your smile will always stay in my mind. Forever.

Miss and love you.

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.

You are someone who I hold dear because you have my heart.

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.

I went to eat by myself. I thought about inviting someone. Finished eating. Then I went to this store to pick up steno notebooks. Then I went to this store by the first store and I saw a small bundle of roses. I smiled and thought of the someone. Picked them up. Got in line. Patiently waited my turn. The employee asked another employee to help out. She called me over. I went. Handed her the roses. "Aww," she said.
"They're for a friend."
"That's why I said, 'Aww.'. She's going to like them." She sounded so sure. Almost as if she read in me my feelings about the someone somehow. "I hope it works out."
"Me too."
She smiled at me. "Good luck."
"Thanks." I smiled and walked out. Amazed that that woman didn't know me, but also knew what I felt about the someone.

I'm taking a walk and you enter my mind unencumbered. It's always nice to see your face when I don't expect to see it. I see your pretty smile (The one you gave me.) and then I start thinking all about you. Then when I try to think of something to say to you, nothing comes to me at all. I get fragments of words to say to you; like "Hi." "Miss you." "Love you.". Then I think I can and can't send those fragments to you. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to say. But I have a feeling I am going to try to talk to you very, very soon.