i was sitting thinking about my next class and it was going to be a long lecture about language skills. it is never so simple to keep control over eighty five students. but that is the important point of being a professor . even if it is my fifth year of teaching, i love my students more than anything. they are everything, you can see everything in their eyes: ambition, happiness, hope, anxiety, motivation. these emotions make them so weak but extremely strong at the same time. the only thing the teacher can do is making them believe for success. i was busy with these thoughts and the voice of some of my collegues cut them off.
-ahh stress. my next class is for N223. - one of them complained
- good luck-the next one stated smirking. it was quite an scary class for them for some reasons.
-why do you always complain about that class?
-they are devils. that freaking eighty minutes is the worst part of my day. you can't belive. - she said overdramatically.
- well i would never know. - i was laughing at their frustration but sudden voice touched my attention. it was the notification of my phone. some guesses went through on my mind: they could be my mother asking stupid questions about marriage or my sister wants to steal my clothes or car again or my dearest friend is sending her cute baby's pictures like always. i grabbed my phone to make sure whether i can ignore it or not. to my surprise it was totally strange account and the text was
- didii.... did you miss me?
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i didn't know i have this courage to text her but i was disaapointed at her response. she could have had so many friends but how dare she forget me this easy?! ' who are you' made me so tempted. i couldn't help but check the profile once more to make sure that i texted to the right person. it was her, the girl i had stalked for years. after that everything felt so awkward as if she was totally stranger and we had never met or i had never fell in love with her. yes, everything changes, people change, the wind blows and takes everything sometimes but not memories.
after this incident, i couldn't brag myself to talk her back again. i waited two days to gain the bravery again and the third day reminded myself in a good manner.
-didi, how can you forget me so easily? i am your little baby, remember?- to my surprise she read it in no second. however it took time for her to reply back. maybe she tried to look up old stories in her little smart brain.
-oh my little buddy... where have you been ? stupid little boy- sudden happiness took over me ' she can remember me'. i was just smiling like an idiot all the time.
-i am sorry. and i have a good news - i typed back to look funny and mysterious
-huh? what is it ?
-i am a grown up now. you can't call me baby now. - i grinned internally untill i read her answer.
-you will always be a baby for me.- my smile dropped drastically. i felt like losing my heart.
- but i wanna be an adult for you - i couldn't lose her.
-ahh okay okay my little baby- her response was exactly for teasing me.
-do you have free time this week?
-oh why ?
- can you meet me up at the airport? - she kept silence for some good minutes.
-you are coming here?
-yeah. i have some business plans there.
-oh i can but do you know where to visit right?
-more than my own hometown- i answered back.
-okay then. umm when are you visiting?
-the day after tomorrow.
-okay tell me the flight information and i will be there.
this was the end of the conversation for today but only for her. it was the very beginning for me. i couldn't sleep all night reading these texts over and over again, smiling to myself, imagining the things going to happen when i get to see her. i can't wait to meet her...and make her mine...
