I Was In Love

It's a long story. It's complicated. As a child, I grew up with Borderline Personality disorder and Aspergers syndrome. I was a loner. I was making myself miserable and I couldn't help it. That's how I was: sick in the head. I didn't even know what I had. When I entered 8th grade, I was given special treatment by my science and geography teacher. He would let me work alone, give me extensions, touch my arms and my shoulders, and talk to me about my personal problems. At first, I didn't really care. I didn't like him because he was always late. All I cared about was my grades. In the last semester I raised the bar. I had 100 percent in all his classes ans assignments. I pushed myself to the limit. I really wanted him to give me that 100 since he was a tough grader. I got it. I was so proud of myself. I got more and more affectionate towards him at the end of the school year. The next year I didn't have the chance to see him again. I kept thinking of him because of all the rumors. In 10th grade I got to see him again. I felt my heart beating fast and my eyes going wild. I was in love. I kept thinking of him day and night. I loved his smile, the way he talked to his students, his intelligence... He was known for having two PhDs. He took pleasure in talking to me everyday after school. I was happy. I didn't get the chance to see him again after I graduated.