A boy in China I miss a lot

A boy in China I miss a lot
Shanghai was divided by about 11 districts. Most of the students should go to the school of the very district where he lives. A few students can go to other districts to further their study by their good academic performance. When I was admitted by my senior high school, I found the life difficult for me to deal with.
I took a bus to school every. It was a trip about 30 minutes or more. Then I had to walk a long distance about 15 minutes to arrive at the school gate. There were only 10 students who lived in my district: pudong new area. Several of them chose to live in the school, and others preferred to take a bus like me. I always felt tired and lonely on my way to the school. It was such a long route, but I could hardly find a friend who was on the same bus with me!
A few weeks later, I saw him. To my surprise, I have not seen him before on the same bus. He was an impressively handsome tall boy who attracted me at the first sight. I noticed that he would sit in one particular seat silently. And he always admired the scenery all the way. Finally, I knew the reason why I hadn’t seen him before. Because he went to school so early that we never took the same bus.
I was a little curious about him. I wanted to know which class he was in. To my surprise, he was a member in the competitor class. That meant he was one of the top students in our school. I couldn’t help to observe him. I changed my time table in order to meet him on the same bus. Gradually, I knew some first-hand information about him. He was a quiet boy. He was everything but a boy who liked to boast about himself. He always got great marks. Sometimes we would walk along the street side by side silently. But I was so ashamed that I didn’t dare to speak to him.
The first year, he usually went to school early. I also did so. I found I didn’t do things in a hurry like before. I have more time reading materials during the morning, and I could focus on my study better than ever before.
The second year, he would go to school late. I did so, either. We were both tired for the mass amount of homework. We kept company with each other every day. But we still didn’t speak to each other.
The third year, we both worked hard to achieve our dreams of entering a good university. Although tired, I still enjoyed every minute taking the same bus with him. Until the last school day, we stood side by side on the same bus. We didn’t see each others’ face. It broke my heart to get off the bus. I even was not sure whether he knew my name or not though we met every day.
The result of college entrance examination came out. He went to a famous university in another city. A few months later, I was pronounced to be admitted by NUS. There was still a long distance between us from beginning to end.