Overview:

A girl with whom I have never had a conversation.
It was all about meeting her at the same time and her on the train.
She doesn’t know your name just like you don’t know her name.
She might remember your face because you meet her on the train at the same time every time. But that’s it.
You are not important to her.
We are just strangers riding the same train on the way home.
You approach her in an unusual way.
You still can’t get even the slightest bit of attention from her, but somehow you end up knowing more and more about her than her family and her body.
No one will ever know more about it than you.