&and yes...

Every time I see him I smile.

 Every time some one says his name, I get butterflies.

 Every time he smiles, the sparkle in his eyes brightens my day.

 Every time he says my name it’s like something you can’t explain.

 Every time he gets in trouble in class, I feel bad, mostly because half of it is my fault.

 Every time he looks at me, I can’t help but think, the way I look at him, is the way he looks at her </3