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.