The proffessor"s secret 💋
10 parts Complete MatureAs I reflect on those formative years, I vividly remember the moment I fell for him. It was during my first year of high school when I laid eyes on my professor. His charm and handsomeness were undeniable, and it seemed like every girl in school had a crush on him. I, too, found myself drawn to him, but I was acutely aware of the boundaries that existed between a student and a teacher.Many people had warned me about the unspoken rules that governed such relationships. "Never see your teacher as your love or crush," they'd say. "Your future is in their hands, and you need to respect that." These words echoed in my mind, making it even more challenging for me to process my feelings. I was just 17, turning 18 in my final year of high school, and while I wasn't yet an adult, I was certainly old enough to understand the implications of my emotionsDespite the internal conflict, I couldn't help but notice him. His lectures were engaging, and his passion for teaching was inspiring. Every time he walked into the classroom, my heart would skip a beat. I found myself stealing glances at him, trying not to get caught by my friends or, worse still, him. The rules were clear: students weren't supposed to have romantic feelings for their teachers, and certainly weren't supposed to act on them.As the years went by, my admiration for him only grew stronger. I would often find myself daydreaming about what it would be like if he noticed me, if he felt the same way. But deep down, I knew it was futile. I had been told repeatedly that a student-teacher relationship was off-limits, and I could seen't shake the feeling that pursuing such feelings would be a mistake.The weight of societal expectations bore down on me. I felt like I was trapped in a silent struggle, unable to express my true feelings to anyone. My friends would sometimes talk about their crushes, and I would listen, pretending to be indifferent. But inside, I was seething with emotions, unsure of how to navigate them.