I have a question for you.
Do you like me?
[  ] Yes
[  ] No

Dear Miss [     ]
I spend my day thinking about you. I look at things that I like. That you've done. And I am entranced. Something. There is something there. Beyond what you've done. And as I look I try to capture it in my mind. And I do and I don't. I don't because I can't see you. But I do because I know how I feel about you. The way I feel is I love you.

I've got a secret. I love you.

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I went to a place. I heard conversations getting louder and getting closer. Then three women walked in. Then you followed. You looked just as beautiful as before. And I know that I really missed you. A lot. I stopped in my tracks as I was looking at you. I smiled at you. I saw a brief smile on your face. "Hi," I said to you. "Bye," you said. You walked past me. I turned around. I was hoping that you would stop that we could talk. "Wait, where are you?" I approached you. You stopped. "I'm going to miss my train if I'm late." "Oh," I said. Not wanting you to miss your train, but knowing I wanted to see you. "See you soon?" I asked. "Yeah, soon," you said. You approached me. You put your arms around me. I put my arms around you. We hugged. That felt good. "I love you," I said. "I love you," you said. "Bye," we both said. We smiled. You walked out. I missed you already. I still like when we hug. Because I feel the love that I have for you even more at that moment. Of our hugs.

I saw a picture of you. It was a cute picture. But what struck me was you. You're so pretty/lovely even with the make up design you have on. Then I saw another picture of you. Completely with out your make up. You're just as pretty/lovely as before. I know I like you. I hope that we can talk that I could tell you that.

[    ],
I'm thinking about you. I'm trying to form words to say to you. I know we can't hang out like we've done before. I still think about those days and smile. I'm happy to see you even the few rarely time I've seen you since then. I find you so lovely. To be with you. To see. I know you probably don't like it that I said that, feel that. About you. But I know I can't - I won't deny it to you. You are lovely.