"Ms. Hart?" I started getting nervous, anxious. My palms starting getting sweaty, my thighs starting to stick to the wooden chair. "Ms. Hart! Snap out of it!" I said waving my hands frantically.
She suddenly blinked a few times and looked back down at the questions. "Can I have time to think about these questions? I'll get back to you about them. May I write in your notebook?" She looked at me, seemingly devastated. The look in her eyes suggested that I had just peeled off the canvas covering of an old callas on her heart.
"Uh-Of course, Ms. Hart." I said confused and astonished. I stood up and motioned to the door. "Would you like me to go now?" I stood waiting for a moment, watching her as she switched her gaze slowly from me to the door. She stared at the door, in deep thought.
I wondered, maybe she was thinking about love. This couldn't be an easy topic for her. she had been left at the alter of two beautifully planned weddings, and there was nothing she could do to change it. "Yes. You may go now. Thank you Danielle." I exited the room into the hallway leading to the door as I heard her start to sob, softly.
As I walked out and shut the door behind me, I wondered if love could really have hurt someone so much so that they seem to have no reason to exist properly. Like any other normal (not in love) human being. Walking home from Ms. Hart's home seemed different than it had before. I never seemed to notice all the people with their arms wrapped around each other. Couples sitting on benches making out passionately. Couples ordering dinner at the cafes on the side of the docks. Each of them showing some kind of sweet attention towards their companions.
Even as I walked through the door of my own home, I caught my parents giving each other a little smooch. "Don't mind me! I'll be in my room." They nodded and gave each other a long, dedicated hug. But even still arose the question, in my mind, 'What is LOVE?'
The next day was a rush. I had three interviews for a summer job. Two at fast food restaurants, and the other at a motel East of the beach. I never thought that it could happen so quickly! Love. But I had to be patient, and I have never been the patient-type.
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The Strength of Ms. Hart
Romance"Good morning, students!" Ms. Hart said as she enter the classroom. "Good morning, Ms. Hart." the high schooler seemed to all mope, in hopes she would go easier on them this year. Ms. Hart had never been married but had been engaged twice. Because o...
