Unseen by him

Unseen by him, i am. He does not even know me. Its hard to like whta does not know you but i'll just wait and see. He's thirteen, i'm eleven, and he is my height. He's the youngets in his family, and i am the oldest in mine. He plays the cello, i sing, but we've never played together but i hope we do and someday we will. I know and i hope it. I'm unseen by him. His friends are good, and i know some. But there is only one  problem, I talked to a girl and she says she likes him also. Unseen by him i am, but i won't get my hopes up. Just because boys like me i don't like them also. But unseen by him, Unseen by him oh how i wish to talk again. I wish he'll like me i like him much. Oh please fynn let us touch!