Something Odd About It

There was something always odd about him.
He never looked at me when I wanted to get his attention. Was this okay?
Well, after all the conclusions I thought of and modified threw my scaners, and priters. I finally relaized that those dark eyes that lay behind those frosted lids are the eyes of someone who's scared and hiding behind a door; were nobody knocks..nobody cares to open the door. Is he stuck? Or just confused with the locks?
So once, I tried picking the lock to this mysterious door, and he came out and told me to leave. Ahh- why would he do this?
I. Was. Blocked. Out.
And so, I left him alone, for a year to be exact. And soon after, I saw eyes looking up at me, oh? I have now noticed, we are in the back of the line, waiting and waiting for nothing.
I get poked - on the shoulder - "Excuse me? Are you okay?" He asks. I shove it off and try to ignore. My eyes look back at the face that stare at the back of my head. My turn came and I walked away, my conscence was talking to my brain, they said not for him to come to me. I knew he would follow so I stopped and looked back. He was not there.
I continued to my table, and the hand was on my shoulder. Again.
I turned around and smiled. He smiled back. Did I frighten him?
After this- a spark flew and we became friends.
When I knocked, he let me in.
And when I giggled he made made me laugh.
And so a friendship sparked off of our hands, our smiles...our lips.