When I first saw her,
I was petrified.
I saw her beauty,
And I fell in love.
Or was it love?
Infatuation? A lie?
I don't know.
Then, it happened.
Everyone knew,
So...what could I do?
It started, how do I end it?
I wanted to tell her how I felt.
So I did,
Guess how well that went.
With an email,
She knew,
Even if I knew she knew way back.
Then the next day,
She talked to me,
Saying...
"I'm your teacher,
And you're my student."
No matter how I felt,
I knew that,
It would never happen.
It occurred to me,
That we were never meant to be.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 6:00 AM UTC
When I first saw her,
I was petrified.
I saw her beauty,
And I fell in love.
Or was it love?
Infatuation? A lie?
I don't know.
Then, it happened.
Everyone knew,
So...what could I do?
It started, how do I end it?
I wanted to tell her how I felt.
So I did,
Guess how well that went.
With an email,
She knew,
Even if I knew she knew way back.
Then the next day,
She talked to me,
Saying...
"I'm your teacher,
And you're my student."
No matter how I felt,
I knew that,
It would never happen.
It occurred to me,
That we were never meant to be.