Everytime you took the bus to your school, it would go that specific route, past the bus stop that it didn’t hold at.

And everytime, if you weren’t late and the other bus came first, was a boy, that you adored.

You thought about changing schools, just for him. But you knew you had no chances with him, and that you wanted your degree.

But oh god, He was so pretty. Every day, you look out the window to admire him, even if it was only for a second.