Pretty much as autobiographical as you can get. Mainly focusing on my relationship with one of my teachers in high school. I don't expect many people to read this, it's mostly here for me to work out my thoughts.
At the start of our friendship, we were great friends, close enough to be best friends or a family. That was when we got to high school, everything changed. She would usually treat me differently and not a good different or most of the time, mess with my head, and confused me.
I still wonder, why do I still love her?