I was always exited but nervous when I had to pass his classroom. I would walk to English and there was this big narrow hallway. At the very end to the left was my English class. And the second last to the left, was his room.
Every time I walked past Mr.'s room, I'd always try my best to strut. It sounds silly now but I was a 15 year old girl who discreetly wanted to catch his attention.
I didn't actually strut, like a model on a runway but I just tried to walk and attempt to show off my long legs. I always saved my best smile for him as well.
I tend to do that a lot, save my 'bests' for people. I saved my best smiles for him and saved my best laughs for when that special someone was around. It is silly, I know it is but I was young and immature.
Love can bring out the best in you, but it can also drive you to your most vulnerable states and uncover the worst of you as well.
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Forgetting Mr.
قصص عامة"I'm his Salvation" I thought to myself smiling. I know now that I was nothing but his Damnation in disguise. A story and painful outcome of an illicit relationship between a student and teacher and attempts of trying to forget the past and achieve...
