The thing is.. he didn’t really treat me that differently from all his other students. Of course we had a closer relationship to each other, we had these magic moments and the possibility to really talk to each other and not just babble and when we were alone, it felt as if I knew everything about him, as if he was the closest to me everyone could ever get.
But most of the time he simply remained my teacher and things weren’t always just sunshine and lollipops. Actually he was far from being perfect.
There were times I really hated him and wanted to punch him right into his face, there were times I didn’t even talk to him because he annoyed me so much and times he made me cry.
But – and I think that’s what eventually made me so addicted to him – at long sight I could never manage to be angry with him. When he smiled at me the next day, all anger suddenly faded away and I couldn’t help but forgive him. He just had this very special kind of congeniality that captured every inch of my body and made my brain turn into a bowl of pudding and that was something I had never experienced before. I wasn’t used to liking someone inspite of all his flaws, I wasn’t used to forgiving others. I’ve always been pretty hard when it came to social interaction and as soon as people hurt my feelings, I turned my back on them.
He was the only one my strategy didn’t work on, he was the one who made me softer in the first place.
Maybe he was far from being perfect, but he was definitely perfect for me.
…and that the thing which really counts, isn’t it?
That’s just awesome, Lisa. I love how you recognize things about yourself & how you’re able to reflect on them, or things that happened.
And, furthermore, I’m totally in love with your English..
hugs & kisses <3
aw, thank you soooo much, dear.
I’d just love to hug you now, you’re simply fabulous <3 =)