We met in seventh grade. I walked into my house and just as I opened the front door, there he was staring straight at me, wide eyed. He seemed familiar but I wasn’t sure. I went to my room but could feel his gaze upon me. He started coming over more often; his cousin was my older brother’s best friend. He had huge eyes that stared at me almost without blinking, every time he saw me. He never broke eye contact and that made me blush. In my culture there’s a belief called “ojo,” meaning eye or more specifically, the evil eye. It is believed that if someone stares at you for too long without touching you, they send bad vibes that could make you sick, or drop your food. I know, Mexicans are weird. But it’s my culture and I believe it. I started getting headaches every time he left my house. My mom would always say “te hizo ojo, no ves como te miraba con sus ojotes?” He stared, I got sick. I believed the Mexicans. It wasn’t long before I started to develop a small crush for my admirer. Of c...