"He's different somehow, I guess that's why." 
 

Our eyes met. Thump.
"He's different"

I'm totally okay with him. Whenever our eyes met, without fail, we'll look away once, and then...our eyes will meet again. 

Maybe... 
Or maybe not...I wonder.

He definately knows...
But, nothing ever started.

Nothing at all. 

help. i'm stuck.  I don't know what to do. I hope you understand my message. I cant explain more further, I'm sorry. 

it's a long story...