"Thursday"

If I was a little bit smarter, or as cute as you. Or maybe special or looked like a model, maybe then I would gather up the courage to sit next to you and talk to you.

All I know about you is that your name is Sam and that you're the most handsome boy I have ever seen. Everyday you sit across from me and I wonder that if you can even imagine that just for you I wear my cutest bow tie. I look at how you yawn and your breath crystallizes on the wagon's window and I can't help but get teary eyed to think that you will never be mine or that I will never be yours, but then you look at me and I look back, you sigh and that makes me close my eyes, you turn away and that makes me feel so small, I can barely breathe and I start to tremble.

That's every day from Monday to Friday. It reminds me of a poem I once read about birds and how the times goes by with seasons changing but their lives stay the same. That's how I feel. Seasons have come and gone and I still sit across from you not being able to just go and talk to you.

But then it happens! My lips come alive. They call out your name between stutters. You probably think I'm the stupidest boy on earth and I feel so embarrassed I could die, but you turn around getting closer to me, making time stand still you tell me that you don't even know my name yet you miss not seeing me on the weekends and that you rather take a longer route by taking this train just so you can see me.

I can't believe it, I'm speechless and I can tell that we're almost there. I will never forget this day Thursday, March 11. You take my hand just as we go under the tunnel that makes everything go dark. I have never loved my hands as much as today because thanks to them I was able to find your face, and I finally find the courage to kiss your lips, those lips that have been driving me crazy since the first day I saw you, I can feel you smiling against my kiss and you say you love me.

And that was the last thing I heard before I gave you my last breath.