From across the grungy school cafeteria my gaze met yours. Repeatedly. And each time, an uncontrollable grin couldn't be hid and I couldn't help but think that you must feel this too. During my speech my eyes tried to avoid yours for the sake keeping my breath, but during your own I couldn't help but stare.  At dinner, did your hand intentionally come together with mine so many times over the chips, or was your mind lost on the thought of our fingers being intertwined? I look at you and can't help but wonder... what do you feel when you look at me?