When he says my name, I feel my heart skip a beat. When he touches my hand, I feel as if I want to fly. When he looks into my eyes, I wish I could stare at him all day. When he waves at me, I feel butterflies in my stomach.

When I say her name, I'm asking if I can copy her algebra notes. When I touch her hand, it's so I can use her pencil. When I look into her eyes, I'm confused and wondering how she got that answer. When I wave at her, I'm telling her to move so I can get to my locker.

When I say his name, I want him to say mine back. When I touch his hand, I want him to hold mine. When I look into his eyes, I want him to gaze into mine. When I wave at him, I want him to wave back.

When she says my name, she sounds kind of loopy. When she touches my hand, I pull away. When she looks into my eyes, it's like she's in love with me. When she waves at me, I look the other way.

Maybe he didn't hear me call his name. Maybe he didn't feel my hand. Maybe he thought I was looking at someone else when I look into his eyes. Maybe he didn't see me wave.
Maybe he didn't want to hear me call his name. Maybe he didn't want to feel my hand. Maybe he wanted to think I was looking at someone else when I am looking into his eyes. Maybe he didn't want to see me wave...