Life after High School

My College Professor

It was Monday, yeah, right. I was late for my Visual Basic class. Rumor has it. Our professor here was damn handsome. They are right. But, there seemed to be something annoying about this person. I could feel that he doesn't like me. Well, that wouldn't change the way I look at him if he does.

He gave me a paper which is needed for the medical evaluation. I don't know what that's for. But he got mine, and it gave me a weird feeling. I put my other number there on that sheet. Of course, the ones which I personally use. Oh, by the way, I was working at my brother-in-law's office when I was 17. He's using my other number for his editorial piece in the tabloid, "Bomba".

So, it goes, as the day passes by. I never knew that I would develop a feeling like the ones I've got for this person. Not when my friend told me to get our profs number to text him and make him fall in love with me.

Believe me, it made my college days in that school very meaningful because of this professor. I even asked my friend to stalk him if he arrived in our school or if he's with someone and text him to pretend to be someone.

Until I couldn't take it anymore. I need to know where I stand. I need to know if we are having mutual feelings. I told him the truth behind me texting him as, "Paula". Then, he told me it was okay. But, I want to hear him say. It was okay, I loved you anyway. Hahaha!

He's my first love. Yeah! How could I forget that man that brought colour to my life?