I'm Sorry
By roochu
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He use to be my favourite teacher, I was too dumb at the time to see it was more than just that though.
Geography wasn't my favourite subject, I had an interest but I had for all subjects.
He was the one that made me favour the class out of all of them.
He was respectable, strict when he needed to be, but could have a laugh when the time seemed fit. He was handsome, I'm not going to lie.
His shirt hugged his figure, tucked in with a neat tie tied round the collar.
Now I never would have said this if I hadn't noticed, and it really did become apparent. He favoured me.
If I raised my hand, he would come to sit on my desk in front of me. He'd have a long conversation with me about topics I was struggling on, he'd praise me if I got something correct or drew a complicated graph out free hand unlike other students whom would trace it.
I was too stupid.
He started ignoring me, got married and has a baby. I didn't even get to say bye when he left the school and I don't know what he's doing now.
I was too invested in boys my age that were, when I look back at it, just weird. Not in the cute way, just, kind of disgusting.
It's been over 5 years, and I can't believe I still think about him. It’s best that this happened the way it did I suppose. If anything, all I want to do is to know if he's doing alright, what he's up to now, and to tell him I'm sorry.
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An honest and very authentic
An honest and very authentic-sounding voice in this piece. Welcome to ABCtales!
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