I always like you. Your beautiful. I miss you. I miss seeing you. I like seeing you when we hung out. It was always fun. We never, really didn't have a chance to be together. Though no fault of our own. We could have been together for a while, but something held us back, didn't it. Can the time for us be now or do we have to wait a little bit longer?
Why didn't get closer than we did? We have/had a chance to be together didn't we? What held us back? Was it the wrong time or was it the right time and we let the moment pass between us? Will we get it again? The moment? What will happen this time if we try? Or are we scared/afraid of what might happen? Or it might even go faster or easier if I see you and tell you everything. Then see where we go from there. Or have you always known? What I feel about you?
I'm sorry it didn't work between us. I'm sorry it didn't work out for us. I'm sorry we didn't try to be together.

I was thinking about you. You moved away. I miss you. I dreamt about you. The dream was of I was too shy to tell you how I feel about you. But I heard you talking about how shy you are about it too. Then I heard you call out to me, "Can you come over here that we could talk?" I did. "I want to be with you," you said. I said it too. We put our hands together. Looking at one another. We shared a kiss.
"I have always loved you," I said. You smiled so wonderfully. Your beautiful face was the last thing I seen then I woke up. Now I'm hoping that you will come back to me that we can be together. Because I love you.

Misty. I'm gathering words. Words that I need to recite. The words that I'm thinking of; that touch my heart. Because you inspire them. Misty. When I see you I feel my heart skip. You simply draw out the words and thoughts about you. When I see you smile, I'm entranced. And I have to tell you. I love you. Misty.

I don't know your name. I have a crush on you. I like you. I like the way you look. I really like your smile. Seeing you is always a pleasure. I had to tell you that.

There is a woman that I like. I want to ask her out. I'm on the verge of asking her. But the thing is she is my pseudo-boss. And if I ask her I'm inadvertently advertently putting her on the spot by asking her the question. What her respond will be the indication. It will be more likely "no", or "that's sweet, but no"; unsure and unlikely "yes". But if she says "no" it's probably going to be awkward for her to know that I like her, and being interested in her, and she is probably going to ask me to stop working for her. (I want to keep seeing her regardless) But I see it as totally worth the risk. Now I'm just waiting to hear from her and see her that I could ask her out for dinner.

I was thinking about / wondering about [  ]. I want to see her again. I like seeing her. Her cuteness is so compelling. I feel my heart beat when I see her, when I'm with her. Hearing the sweetness of her words. Her soft touch upon my hand. Makes my love for her even more. I'm captivated by her smile. It's so lovely. When I told her, "I'm in love with you." Her smile and her got even cuter.

I was walking along, looked to my right and I saw you just sitting there. I was struck by how cute you are. I smiled at you. You asked me to sit down and join you. I did. And as I kept looking at you, I couldn't focus on getting words out. I just focused on you and on how cute you are. You kept the conversation going for the both of us. You asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"
"You're really cute," I said. You smiled and got cuter.