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Have u ever looked at someone and hope they stay in your life forever

re downloaded the app and thankfully no reply

but

what if i get in trouble or she hates me or won’t speak to me anymore ???

i already don’t know what to do because i am officially out of school. it’ll only be a few weeks before we lose our school email addresses , i have no reason to be in school anymore and to top it off she’ll be away all summer . it’s pretty common here to come back at christmas time after you have started uni to say hi to teachers , but i can’t wait that long . 7 years can’t be reduced to this .

and it hurts so so so much because no matter how strong my feelings are it won’t change anything for her and there is nothing i can do to change that and the email was . stupid . but here we are

my friends and i went out the other night and i got drunk and emailed her 😭😭😭😭😭so embarrassed i just deleted the whole email app

it wasn’t even bad , but i have to go in and give books back now so going to be very awkward. also mildly afraid she’ll hate me ??

j was driving out of school today as i was leaving because we had a short day and it was so sunny she was driving with the top down of her car . i love this woman

went to leave books back in to school today and she wasn’t there .

7/2/22

we had such a nice conversation today she was telling me about her dream car and her family and how much she hates teaching younger classes and it was literally the best time ever . her laugh is so cute

in another universe, i was older, and you didn't hold back.

Donna Tartt by Gilles Peress (1993)

no i did NOt just stay up to midnight making cookies specifically to give to her

I just wanna fall asleep on the couch watching documentaries with u or something. I just wanna be with you without being in class, I’m sorry, I know it’s weird. But something’s pulling me towards the person you are underneath all the teacher shit. I want you to see the person I am underneath all the student shit.

You probably don’t feel the same, I understand, but it still hurts nonetheless. I want it so much it hurts. Walking through the hallways, sitting in class, on the bus, it hurts.

the feminine urge to only study to make her proud