I’m going for it. Everyday I get closer to speaking to her. I have imagined what I would say so many times. I’ve plotted and charted it out but have not spoken one soft word. I think maybe I should bring her flowers. She seems like the girl who likes carnations. I could wake her and shower her in flower petals kiss her forehead as she laughed. I could hold her hand discreetly so others might not see or circle around her in front of all so that everyone would know how she is the One, the only one. I could write her a poem maybe, and read it to her, and try to not to let my voice quiver , but instead carry on in confidence. If I did that she would know. But I don’t even know yet what to say. I only follow her and wait for the right words. I don’t follow her much journal, just a little. I’m too busy with God’s work but sometimes I follow her and catch her smell.///
