• There he is. Just standing there, talking to his friends. I wonder if he even remembers who I am? Every time I look at him, I remember the old times. When I would turn around to see his mesmerizing eyes, his beautiful face and his unique personality. I wish I could go back, to when we would get in trouble for talking too much during class. When we would talk about absolutley nothing until it was time to go to our next class. When before school was over, we would wave to each other and say "Bye!" When we danced during P.E., we thought it was really fun dancing with one another, because we had to teach each other the dance moves... I miss those times. I miss him. I need his old self back. I need him. Why don't we talk anymore? Ever since our teacher switched our seats, we don't even talk to each other, let alone look at each other anymore. The only time we communicated this year was when he said "Hey" to me when we ran into each other in the hallway. I really want these questions answered. Actually, I need these questions answered. I want, no, I need him back. So, as I am sitting here thinking about him, I'm starting to wonder: Who's he thinking about?