Today I wrote him another note, and signed it 'the girl who thinks you're beautiful.' This time I stuck it in his notebook before he came to class, and then I sat in the back watching him open it up and look around the room curiously. When his eyes met mine, I smiled and looked away. Just a simple gesture of eye contact made my stomach erupt into a skyrocketing volcano of butterflies that multiplied by the second. I hope one day I can make him feel that way.