Years ago, I started liking how you project yourself in front of the crowd with class and eloquence. Your grace sets you apart from the tradition of what teachers look like. Every day was a moment to look forward to. Generally, I do well in school but my class with you was different. I came to value compliments for having the highest score or reading my name in a certificate. Months passed and I get to know you. Our small talks under the mango tree made me felt something else. Your philosophy in life especially as an educator amazed me. I realized that you’re not just the hard to find beauty and brain. You also have a heart, a fragile heart that no one dares to see. You are the kind of woman who knows what she wants and how to do it, immediately. Your advocacy as an educator was one of a kind that until today, I never get to know someone who shares the same.
Each day, I can already define what love is. The beating was uncontrollable. It extended my will to do things extraordinarily. You inspired me to be the best version of myself. My feelings intrinsically put me on the highest form of achieving things. I thought feelings will change for you are with somebody else. Day dreaming about us was not an almost illusion. We spent time together sharing the same thoughts and laughing out loud on a hilarious scenario. The first time that I hold your hand was remarkable. I recall of staying awake 24 hours after that moment. I don’t know if I misunderstood your kind gestures but I felt the chance of ‘us’.
The chance of our ‘almost’ still exists. I want you to know that I still feel the same, or even more than I imagined it to be. Your heartaches today, kill me inside while your happiness shares mine. I cannot anymore suppress what I feel. At the moment, I wanted to tell you that you’re still the one I am waiting. You may not see my pains for every relationship you had. You may not hear the questions of ‘whys’ from me. But I am still here, wanting the chance to end our ‘almost’.
