The Boy on the Tram

For two years, I've watched him from afar-the boy with long black hair who rides the same tram as me. He doesn't know my name, doesn't even know I exist, but he's the one who makes my heart race. Every week, I tell myself I'll talk to him, and every week, I let the moment slip away. This is the story of a crush that's both so close and yet impossibly far.