Ey, don't look here, I'm serious
Didn't I tell you not to look here? That always works:evil:
This is a story I actually experienced and I hope this isn't the end of it. It's about me and how I fell in love with one of my teachers. I'm actually only writing this to help myself cope with the situation.
This year I was going to have "Riligion and perspective on life", which actually is a subject in the netherlands, by Mandy. I hadn't ever seen her before and I really didn't care, she was going to be a teacher like any other, or so I thought. When she first walked into the class I was astonished by how sexy she was. But I grew past that fase in a few weeks. By that time she was beautiful and funny and confident in my eyes. Pretty soon that subject was my favorite and not just because who was teaching. I loved to write and in this subject there where alot of assignments which allowed me to write anything I wanted. I tried my best on everything I wrote and ended up getting straight A's.
So I got good grades. That has nothing to do with Mandy. Everytime I wrote something she'd give me compliments and just talk to me and I really began to like her. She told me alot about herself and I told her alot about myself trough my stories. So I fell in love and started writing more romantic stories which told even more about myself. I wrote to the best I could and in the last assignment of this year I told her how I felt. I wrote a love story about me and her on a far away island and it was pretty good. I was very nervous when I handed it in and that week I couldn't sit still for three seconds. I was afraid to go to school the next monday but when she smiled at me the same way she always did when I walked in I felt alot better. I took my seet and waited for the assignments to be given back. I read everything I wrote and it was full of her comments, it was a feast for my mind. We had good conversations trough my stories and I enjoyed it very much.
On the last page of my story she wrote alot, which I liked. She told my I was very sweet and she told me I had no choice but to become a writer. I was feeling even more in love while reading this. I read on and like I had expected she found a really casual way to turn me down. She said she was 28 and that she was looking for a man to have a family with in a few years. She said she didn't think I felt much need for kids yet, and I don't. She was very nice in everything she wrote and almost carefull not to hurt me to much. I must have read everything a million times and believe it or not, it actually made me happy. I felt great knowing that she atleast liked me as a friend...
The last thing she wrote was that if I wanted to talk should wait after class and she'd "get rid" of everyone else. So I waited untill everyone left and she told me to take a seat. I was pretty nervous in the beginning seeing I told her so much about myself and this was the first time I sat down and talked to her. But everything went well and I enjoyed talking to her very much. Looking back at it we really only talked about me but she did tell me she loved my stories and that I was the only student who had a special place in her heart. That made me really happy, really really happy. But I never expected a relationship and I didn't get one.
I'm hoping to speak with here again soon and maybe stay in touch but I'll see about that later...
