You were just my physics teacher.
But you weren’t just anything.

Tall. Hunched back.
Nerdy in the most beautiful way —
Soft-spoken, kind, eyes that listened.
The type of man I didn’t know I’d fall for
until I did. Quietly. Completely.

I sat there watching you teach about gravity
while feeling it pull inside me.
How could something so invisible
feel so undeniable?

We never touched.
Never flirted.
You never crossed a line —
but my heart did.
Over and over again.

I cared.
More than a student probably should.
Not because I was foolish,
but because you made me feel
safe.
Seen.
Understood.

And maybe I wasn't supposed to.
Maybe I’m not supposed to still.

But our souls —
God, our souls
feel like they brushed shoulders
in a hallway the world can’t see.

In another life,
you’d have asked me how my day was
outside of a lesson plan.
I’d have told you about my poems
and you’d smile like it meant something.
Like I meant something.

But in this one…
You were the teacher.
I was the student.
And everything I felt
stayed locked behind my ribs.

Still, you were
everything I dreamed of in a man.
Everything I didn’t know I deserved.

Even if nothing ever happened —
I still think
a part of me
will always love you
for being who you were
in a world that said you couldn’t be mine.