I don't know what things he's interested in.
I don't know where he lives.
I don't know where he's going to go after hs.
I don't know his music type.
I don't know if he likes reading.
I don't know if he's kind.
I don't know if he's bad.
I don't know his thoughts.
I don't know his feelings.

We've never talked...

...so I don't know him.

But I know his name. I know how does he look like. I know his beautiful eyes and I know his handsome face. I know that he looks at me, right into my eyes, every single time he notices me. I know he has thoughts about me.

I hope he has...

Thanks God! He's there again, by his locker. And so our eyes have just met again. I keep going with a smile on my face.

Dottie.