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Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Where do you know her from? Work? School?

Why don’t you tell her this?

Agree with the previous poster. Tell her exactly what you wrote above, it is a very romantic sentiment.

No he should not. Sounds creepy. He should start with speaking to her.

+1. If someone started complimenting the gentle curves of my body, I’d be creeped out. It would be better if PP could compliment her on who she actually is as a person rather than just all physical attributes. It’s not romantic, it’s gross and objectifying.

+2. I don't know what pps were talking about this being romantic. I'd be very creeped out if a random man started talking about my hair and curves. I do agree he should speak to her. A normal hello is good. If he wants to compliment her let it be not on something physical.

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Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Where do you know her from? Work? School?

Why don’t you tell her this?

Agree with the previous poster. Tell her exactly what you wrote above, it is a very romantic sentiment.

No he should not. Sounds creepy. He should start with speaking to her.

+1. If someone started complimenting the gentle curves of my body, I’d be creeped out. It would be better if PP could compliment her on who she actually is as a person rather than just all physical attributes. It’s not romantic, it’s gross and objectifying.

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Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Where do you know her from? Work? School?

Why don’t you tell her this?

Agree with the previous poster. Tell her exactly what you wrote above, it is a very romantic sentiment.

No he should not. Sounds creepy. He should start with speaking to her.

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:

Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Where do you know her from? Work? School?

Why don’t you tell her this?

Agree with the previous poster. Tell her exactly what you wrote above, it is a very romantic sentiment.

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Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Where do you know her from? Work? School?

Why don’t you tell her this?

I am intrigued by the 60ish gentleman who works out at my gym. Not crushing, since I do not really know him, but definitely look forward to seeing him around the gym and exchanging a few pleasantries.

Anonymous wrote:I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

Where do you know her from? Work? School?

I literally have to force myself to look away and not stare. Your eyes, the way your dark hair falls on your shoulders, the gentle curves of your body. My mind goes blank, and I struggle to make conversation. No one has ever had this effect on me.

You don't look like any woman I have dated, but think that your glasses, combined with being slightly nerdy are very attractive. I see you once or twice a week getting coffee, no wedding ring. I really want to learn more about you. Maybe we have a lot in common, maybe we don't, but if you are dating someone who should be very happy to have someone like you on his arm.

I liked you. I liked you so much it scared me. I even stayed at my job longer than I should have because I thought you liked me too. Instead I got to watch you grow closer to her. There's a part of me that still wants to tell you how I feel. That thinks all the back and forth, the misunderstanding is just a comical twist to the story of us that in 50 years will look back on and laugh about. Then there's the realist in me who realizes the chance at whatever could have been is over. It's done.

Almost 20 years since the first butterfly, and that feeling still ignites me. My admiration for you isn’t much of a secret, since a love like ours inspires more of the same. You have always been, and always will be, my only. I love you, and I love us.

I really liked you. Maybe even could have loved you, but it's too little too late and our time has run out.

Anonymous wrote:Talk to him ,OP. You never know he could be the one.

+ 1.

Talk to him ,OP. You never know he could be the one.

Just in time for Valentine's day.

Mine is a bit lame , but here it goes. I see you Monday-Friday every morning in line for coffee. You always have a copy of the New York Times in hand. We exchange a casual joke or 2, mostly cheesy and stupid. I think you are so handsome and you actually give me butterflies. I'm getting over a pretty bad break up so not ready for anything, and I'm 96$ certain you have an SO so nothing can happen. I do enjoy looking at you and chatting with you 5 days a week for 5 minutes.