I don’t think I’ll ever forget you. But when I think of you, I won’t be remembering you as love, because you were far from it. I’ll remember you as my biggest heartbreak. You were a maybe. An almost. You were my dream that came to life, but for it to last was too good to be true. And to this day, I don’t think there’s anything more tragic that’s happened to me.
c / maybe one day you’ll become less of a core memory
and sometimes, when life is a little too hard
and the world a little too mean, I’ll close my eyes
and imagine a life I’d like to live with you someday
and how I’d take you hand and hold you tight
and we’d run away to a sleepy little town where no one knows our names
and we’ll have a cottage with crawling green ivy across worn stone brick
and an iron wrought gate and a red mailbox with our initials painted on it
and wide windows to let in lots of fresh air and sunlight
and a cobblestone pathway leading to a little yellow door
and you’d keep a garden in the front full of herbs and wild flowers
and I’d bake rosemary bread and homemade raspberry jam
and the kitchen would have a window overlooking the garden
and there would be a bird feeder hanging up so our cats could watch the birds
and we’d have two cats, who’d sleep curled up at our feet
and beg for food at 5 am, and we’d play Rock Paper Scissors over who had to get up
and we’d have a skylight above our bed so we can fall asleep under the night sky
and you’d tell me all about the different constellations
and I’ll tell you that your eyes look like stars
and we’ll have a fireplace to keep us warm in the winter
and in the summer we’d leave the windows open and listen to the cicadas
and in autumn we’d have a competition to see who could find the perfect leaf
and we’d stay up all night watching nostalgic Disney movies and eating buttery popcorn
and when we’d go into town to run errors, you’d try to follow the list while I’d just put candy in our basket
and we’d go to the little bookstore on the corner and try to find the funniest book title
and on our way home we’d stop by the bakery to pick up fresh bagels for the next day
and sometimes we’ll go for a walk in the park and feed the ducks
and we’d go to the farmer’s market every Saturday morning
and buy honeycomb and golden delicious apples and little silver trinkets
and on Wednesday we’ll have game night with our friends
and we’ll drink cheap wine and eat good cheese and I’ll get overly competitive
and you’ll try to cheat by looking at my cards and I’ll laugh and push you away
and we’ll stumble home together, laughing as we trip over each other in the dark
and in the early morning I’ll drink my coffee while you’ll drink your tea
and we’d sit together in silence, not quite ready to be awake just yet
and I’d make breakfast and pile your plate high with French toast and blueberries
and you’ll remind me to wear a sweater before we go about our day
and I’ll call you in the middle of the day because I saw something that reminded me of you
and you’ll tell me to get back to work, trying to hide your smile into the phone
and if we both get back home at the same time we’ll race each other to the front door
and we’ll lie stretched out together on the grass trying to catch our breath
and by late afternoon you’ll fall asleep, head resting in my lap as I’d read aloud to you
and I’d watch the sunbeams fall across your face and think that you’re so lovely
and you’d look up and tell me how glad you are to wake up next to me
and we’d sit on our porch swing watching the sunset
and I’d cook us dinner with vegetables from your garden
and we’d eat by candlelight and moonlight and you are the light of my life
and we’ll dance in our living room to an old forgotten love song
and you’d twirl me away before pulling me close to your chest
and I’d look up at you with such open adoration you’d have to look away for a moment
and before we go to bed you’ll turn to me and say that you’re so happy to be alive with me
and then we’ll wake up and do it all over again
and
and
and
she replied ???????????
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
Temple of Vesta, Tivoli, Italy
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.
i literally hate when i go to talk to her and there’s someone in her room… it’s always the same guy too like LEAVE this is my time
she literally went home like i saw her going home as i was walking to her room . day = ruined
Have u ever looked at someone and hope they stay in your life forever
I see a lot of you guys upset because you and your tc’s aren’t close. But I have a few ideas, because I have gotten somewhat close with mine.
This is just excuses to talk to them pretty much.
Make small talk. Whatever it is, smile or wave in the hallway, come up and make small talk after class.
Go to extra help/tutoring. This was the main thing that got me closer with K. This is mainly if you have trouble in the area of the subject, but it’s great one on one. You can talk A LOT.
Emails. “My Tc Is ToO sErIoUs” STILL EMAIL THEM. Sometimes if you have a question, email them! Could even throw in a few friendly words.
Try to make them laugh. Even if it’s not direct. I once told a joke to another girl and I just hear this small chuckle from across the room. And there K is, snickering at my joke. So try that!
Almost forgot that some of you do online schooling! Not to worry, sometimes try to muster the smallest question up and pm them!
Here’s something I’ve done before: sometimes K makes us just do certain questions for homework, and I did an extra one, just to make small talk. If that works, do it!
Compliment them! I would mainly compliment their outfit, but don’t be too exaggerated about it.
If you email them, always start off with “Hey (tc), I hope you’re doing great.” That gives off “I’m being friendly” vibes to them, so they’ll be friendly too!
Ideas!
“Hey! I don’t understand (question). Can you explain it please?”
“*insert witty remark that would make them laugh*”
“Hi, I think I left my (item) in here. Have you seen it?”
“I like your (item of clothing)!”
Feel free to think of more!
why does a fucking teacher need to look so hot