Electronic Affection

There's this kid I constantly think about. They barely know me, and barely know them. But they don't know how much they'll mean to me. Shit, I'll possibly even cry for them, or maybe they'll cry for me. I don't know, but I hope they care for me, they way I care for them.

This may see as a silly act for a girl, you know, mid-teens and they still believe in unknown love. But that's okay, because they don't know the love. They'll shame me for something they wouldn't know.
We barely know each other, they don't know about me crying after watching Forrest Gump, or Supernatural, or crying when My Chemical Romance broke up, even though it was 3 years ago. They don't know about the person I loved, no that I love, will know everything about me. Since the start, they're going to be here. They don't know that when I'm finished, or that when they're done with me, I'll be dead. All these thoughts are flooding me, but I have to forget them if I plan on going to school correctly.

I walk in the CTA, stench of heat washes over me, the smell of sweat and coffee sickens me. The seats are too packed to even think of sitting, so I stand, putting my hand in the rubber holder. The bus says and tumbles over pot holes and unfinished work of the Government. It feels like 100 degrees in here, it's stuffy and reeks in here. I hope for my stop to come so I can breath in the air.
After 20 minutes, I see Dunkin Donuts around the corner, I reach over to pull the rope that tells the driver to stop. I walk the 4 blocks to my school.
I don't see who I wanted to see.