Words I Want To Say To You

A month before we met (day 6&7)

And now that we're still on good terms, I'm wondering how I might express myself in your live. I'm not sure I can even show my face after that confession, after that conversation, after what happened yesterday. I'm ashamed thinking about that confession, I'm pleased that we're in the same boat, I'm happy that no one owns you, I'm embarrassed because I presume truly and overthink because of you, I'm sorry.

You appear to be aware that I intend to present you a necklace and flowers, but don't worry, I will still fulfill what I stated in the letter. You don't know what you did to me that I fell for you, also me I'm wondering what you did to me and why I liked you. I didn't know at first, but now I'm confident that if I'm asked, I'll have an answer.

Like a star, you are the light at night that guides me whenever I walk the dark road towards to my destination. I feel like you are always with me, and with every step of my foot, my shadow serves you wherever I go.

Just like music that is pleasant to the ear you cannot attract a listener if the message you want to convey is not good, all words matter if they have no meaning, I am a witness that everything you say penetrates my heart ' In fact, you are the music and I am your listener, two things that will never separate, you are the song that I can't hate to listen to, because with every word you make me feel, the listener is the one who feels.

You are the subject of every item written and set, and a really excellent message cannot be created without you, just as poetry is my motivation for what I do. Even if I can't tell you how it feels, I'm skilled at expressing myself in writing, therefore I'll write all I want to say and do with you with each pencil stroke on the paper.

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I'm not sure why I'm so delighted to receive your modest message the day after yesterday; it makes my heart flutter. I recall being afraid for a little period last night when you replied on my shared post about why I think you're furious.

Then I noticed your shared post about my 2,700-word confession about how flushed I felt last night, and I was overjoyed. Why are you doing this to me? You make my heart smile. You are the one who always makes me feel this affection. But I can write more than 2,700 words for you; I can write a book for you because this story is so memorable to me; just wait till we meet; the words I want to say to you are already written.

I went to Shie's live and she said she was dreaming about us, that we were going to meet each other on her birthday and that was it; she didn't want to tell me the whole story, but I'm happy because I really want to see you. I want to see you, have a personal conversation with you, and offer you the gift that I want to give you.

Do you know that no matter what kind of song I play, you are always the one I remember? I'm not sure why, but you are always the one who comes to mind, is this what they call love? I'm so happy because I tried this love a few years later in my life, and I'm happy because of you. Just now, I made a plan with someone, just now I've been diligent, I've just experienced buying a necklace and flowers, I've just experienced writing a book about you, and most importantly, I've often saying I love you to someone. MY FIRST SERIOUS I LOVE YOU GOES TO YOU