I Fell In Love With My Teacher
I'm going to tell you my story for two reasons: one of them is for necessity, I need people to know about this, I don't know why exactly, but I guess it's all because of the second reason, which is to find someone who can understand me and that has gone through the same thing.
It was my first year of high school, I was a bit depressed because my parents just broke up and my father left the house. My relationship with him was... Well, it just wasn't. There was nothing between us, it was like I've never existed somehow. We never talked, never hugged. And I was missing a dad.
Then he stepped into my life, my geography teacher, 30 years older than me.
It all began because of a phone call. He was talking with one of his daughters, telling her how proud he was as she got a good grade in school, the light in his eyes, the happiness in his voice. My heart melted. There stood what I always missed, plus he was a good-looking man - well, at least for my taste. The father of my dreams and, later, the lover of my dreams. Smart, caring, sweet, challenging, lovely. My dearest teacher.
I started getting interested in geography, studying it the best I could, just to impress him, to make him notice me, to make him proud like he was for his daughter.
And one day I made it. I was a feather in his cap.
He started winking and saying hi to me with a big smile on his face every morning. I waited for him, standing on my classroom door, knowing he would have passed by. At the end of his class we all used to gather around him and talk a lot, he was great with students, didn't like too much formality.
Then things got closer.
I found out he hired an apartment in my town and stayed there for the night twice a week, as the place where he actually lived with his family was three hours away by car.
Then he said he loved to walk a lot. My town is on the seaside and the only place you can walk a lot is by the sea, on the seafront.
I started going there to walk everyday with a friend of mine. My aim was to meet him and that was a really weird thing because as long as I thought I was surely about to see him in a couple of instants, it never happened. I just needed to get distracted for a little tiny second and he magically appeared in front of my eyes. I had a heart attack every single time. I swear and my friend can testify, he was... magical.
When I first met him he gave me maybe too many free informations... where he was living currently, what he was doing in his free time...
One day I went to the seafront on my own, sitted on a bench and waited, thinking about him. As soon as I moved my attention on the sea, I heard a voice and it was him. It was the first time we met alone. He asked me why I was sitting there all alone and I just said I couldn't stay at home because of my freshly-broken family. He sitted next to me and we talked for two hours or more and watched the sunset together. I loved how his eyes moved from me to the sun, how his voice sounded reassuring and caring, how his smell filled my lungs at each breath, how his thigh was innocently and slightly touching mine. It was like I was feeling full of him.
He motivated me, he pressed me to do the best describing me like one of his most brilliant students and begged to not let my situation bring me down, because I was too special to be left behind and he was not going to let that happen.
That was the time I thought "God, I love this man!".
I started getting obsessed with my teacher and made a plenty of awkward things I wasn't aware of at the time, and because of them I'm sure he realized at some point what I was feeling for him.
We met on a bench on the seafront twice a week the last two months of the school year. We never arranged to meet, it was like both of us knew the other one was going to be there. We joked, we talked about everything, he told me about his family, about his life, he gave me advices like a father would do and he made me feel excited like a lover would do. It was perfect to me, I never felt the urge for physical contact (not that it wouldn't pleased me! I dreamt about it every night but I knew it was just out of discussion), I was happy as long as he was happy. I just needed to see him smile, then my day was shiny and pleasant.
Then he gave me the bad news. He was probably not going to teach in my school again. He applied for the next year but the school was going to cost-cut. He gave me his e-mail and told me to write him whenever I wanted to, he would always have been there for me.
A couple of days after I was going home from school, he was in his car and when he saw me he pulled over and told me the official news: he was going to teach somewhere else the next year. I felt like all of my emotions had gone and I was completely empty. I didn't know what to say so I let him speak, but I don't remember what he said and I don't remember what I told him. I only remember he held out his hand and I shaked it, then he was gone forever. And that was the last time I saw him. As I reached my room I started crying and didn't stop for days.
Four years after, I still love him. Even though I have a boyfriend now, even though I'll have a husband in the future, he will always have a place in my heart. He was so important to me it will be very difficult to forget him.
We exchange some email sometimes and we're both happy about reading what the other has to say every time.
Oh and my relationship with my dad got better and better with time. Unexpectedly, distance made us really close.
P.S.: I'm really sorry if you have found some mistakes in my story, but English is not my first language. Thank you for reading it!
It was my first year of high school, I was a bit depressed because my parents just broke up and my father left the house. My relationship with him was... Well, it just wasn't. There was nothing between us, it was like I've never existed somehow. We never talked, never hugged. And I was missing a dad.
Then he stepped into my life, my geography teacher, 30 years older than me.
It all began because of a phone call. He was talking with one of his daughters, telling her how proud he was as she got a good grade in school, the light in his eyes, the happiness in his voice. My heart melted. There stood what I always missed, plus he was a good-looking man - well, at least for my taste. The father of my dreams and, later, the lover of my dreams. Smart, caring, sweet, challenging, lovely. My dearest teacher.
I started getting interested in geography, studying it the best I could, just to impress him, to make him notice me, to make him proud like he was for his daughter.
And one day I made it. I was a feather in his cap.
He started winking and saying hi to me with a big smile on his face every morning. I waited for him, standing on my classroom door, knowing he would have passed by. At the end of his class we all used to gather around him and talk a lot, he was great with students, didn't like too much formality.
Then things got closer.
I found out he hired an apartment in my town and stayed there for the night twice a week, as the place where he actually lived with his family was three hours away by car.
Then he said he loved to walk a lot. My town is on the seaside and the only place you can walk a lot is by the sea, on the seafront.
I started going there to walk everyday with a friend of mine. My aim was to meet him and that was a really weird thing because as long as I thought I was surely about to see him in a couple of instants, it never happened. I just needed to get distracted for a little tiny second and he magically appeared in front of my eyes. I had a heart attack every single time. I swear and my friend can testify, he was... magical.
When I first met him he gave me maybe too many free informations... where he was living currently, what he was doing in his free time...
One day I went to the seafront on my own, sitted on a bench and waited, thinking about him. As soon as I moved my attention on the sea, I heard a voice and it was him. It was the first time we met alone. He asked me why I was sitting there all alone and I just said I couldn't stay at home because of my freshly-broken family. He sitted next to me and we talked for two hours or more and watched the sunset together. I loved how his eyes moved from me to the sun, how his voice sounded reassuring and caring, how his smell filled my lungs at each breath, how his thigh was innocently and slightly touching mine. It was like I was feeling full of him.
He motivated me, he pressed me to do the best describing me like one of his most brilliant students and begged to not let my situation bring me down, because I was too special to be left behind and he was not going to let that happen.
That was the time I thought "God, I love this man!".
I started getting obsessed with my teacher and made a plenty of awkward things I wasn't aware of at the time, and because of them I'm sure he realized at some point what I was feeling for him.
We met on a bench on the seafront twice a week the last two months of the school year. We never arranged to meet, it was like both of us knew the other one was going to be there. We joked, we talked about everything, he told me about his family, about his life, he gave me advices like a father would do and he made me feel excited like a lover would do. It was perfect to me, I never felt the urge for physical contact (not that it wouldn't pleased me! I dreamt about it every night but I knew it was just out of discussion), I was happy as long as he was happy. I just needed to see him smile, then my day was shiny and pleasant.
Then he gave me the bad news. He was probably not going to teach in my school again. He applied for the next year but the school was going to cost-cut. He gave me his e-mail and told me to write him whenever I wanted to, he would always have been there for me.
A couple of days after I was going home from school, he was in his car and when he saw me he pulled over and told me the official news: he was going to teach somewhere else the next year. I felt like all of my emotions had gone and I was completely empty. I didn't know what to say so I let him speak, but I don't remember what he said and I don't remember what I told him. I only remember he held out his hand and I shaked it, then he was gone forever. And that was the last time I saw him. As I reached my room I started crying and didn't stop for days.
Four years after, I still love him. Even though I have a boyfriend now, even though I'll have a husband in the future, he will always have a place in my heart. He was so important to me it will be very difficult to forget him.
We exchange some email sometimes and we're both happy about reading what the other has to say every time.
Oh and my relationship with my dad got better and better with time. Unexpectedly, distance made us really close.
P.S.: I'm really sorry if you have found some mistakes in my story, but English is not my first language. Thank you for reading it!
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