I'm filled with so many emotions,
I scarcely know where to begin.
It's hard for me to comprehend them,
it's a competition I fear I cannot win.
It started the day you decided to say, "Hi."
I wondered why you wanted to talk to me at all.
I fretted over what I should say, so I wouldn't sound childish,
but you said you found me to be quite intriguing.
We talked one night for hours,
a conversation in which we shared some of our secrets.
I replayed that conversation over and over again in my head,
all the while experiencing this giddy feeling of being admired.
Then you asked me a question that made my heart skip a beat.
I was scared by the notion, but I didn't want to make you wait.
I still can't believe you asked me, although I'm glad you did,
to be the gentleman that was willing to take me on my first date.
You were charming, intelligent, articulate, and humorous.
Imaginative, thought-provoking, sincere, and kind.
Quiet, reserved, full of integrity, and insight.
I should have fallen over when you said I was worth your while.
When I met you in person I was intimidated by all rights.
I was shy, I was scared, and as nervous as could be.
I do not believe I fell for the person sitting across the table,
but the letters, that I save, you always addressed to me.
I'm filled with so many emotions.
I scarcely know where to begin.
It's hard for me to comprehend them.
It's a competition I fear I cannot win.
I decided that we should be friends.
I wouldn't be able to give you the attention you deserve.
I wish I had the courage to tell you something that is so true.
I truly miss the letters you sent, that were always addressed to me.