I could write a whole story about her. The way her hair ends where her back starts except for one singular ringlet that falls slightly below. I could tell you that I loved her. I could tell you so many things yet nothing all at the same time. She wears her glasses on her head even though she can barely see without them she may tell people differently but you see the way she squints when she tries to read something without them on. I see her in chapel as she sits three rows in front of me with her friends. She stands up and starts singing and dancing with her friends as I stand there wishing for something, anything just for her to say my name. I should hate her. The world moves on as I sit on the same step for days as she moves on. I could sit there for years, days and no one would notice that I was ever there. I have watched her like other people, date other people as I sit on the same step never moving, never breathing, just there. She would sometimes look in my direction or say one word to me and I treat it as though I had won the lottery but all it is is basic human interaction. I can look through a screen at the photos she posts trying to find everything and yet nothing about her. I just want her to look at me the way I look at her. She will. I see her change. I sit one seat away from her in maths yet she has never even looked my way. She used my calculator. She sometimes drinks my coffee and god I wish she would at least look at me because oh my god. Is it better to speak or to die? As she walks into the classroom with her hair tied up and an apron on she waves to her girlfriend and then she walks straight out. I’ve got to finally do it. Walk right up and just use my lips. I saw her story of the new girl. I wish it was me. She calls me Lil. She has her hair in a beanie. I run my hand through her hair. Sometimes I wonder what would happen if she liked me the way I love like her. Her hand touched my head on accident as she walked past me. She accidently hit my head with a book. She put her hand on my head. It was like she was asking if I was okay. Sometimes I see her looking at me when she's with her new girl. I think she likes me. She came into my textile class to give friend coffee. She brushed past me. On purpose. I wish I was with her. Just to kiss her. You said my name in bible you were looking at my hair.We made eye-contact in chapel. She doesn’t see through me anymore. She sat next to me during the science exam. She looked at me on purpose. You said my name is hise I knew exactly what you meant. You looked in my direction about three times in bible it made my day. I haven’t talked to you in a while Yet I still see you everywhere I look. Her hands. She said thank you. She asked me what I’m doing She loves me. I think she likes sees me now. Her and the girl broke up maybe I have a chance now. I hope you love the new one.