He would place a seat next to his behind his desk, and we'd just sit, listen to music, laugh and talk.
We only kissed twice, but we always cuddled up and watched movies on his couch (yes, I would go to his house a lotttt), or we would take a ride and go swimming at the lake.
Three days before I went off to college (just an hour or so away from home), we went on a date to the ocean.
While we were laying on sandy towels looking at a stereotypical sunset, he turned to me.
"You know, I don't think it'd be right of me to let you get away," I started laughing and joking about what he was saying like I usually do, but this time he was serious, "let me finish," he said with a chuckle. "I know you want me to go off and live my life," I started, smiled a little as I thought of what I was about to admit to, "but since sophomore year I have been trying to find guys both my age and older that would help me forget about my super crush on you.
After falling head over heels for my 22 year old English teacher at the end of my sophomore year in high school, the idea that he might like me back seemed crazy.
Going back into his class my junior year, he was much more flirtatious and let me get away with literally anything.which in the end made things a lot better because I never had to worry about if he was going to text me or not, or if kissing him was wrong! There were beautiful clear skies and the sun was bright and warm.After receiving my diploma, my teacher approached me and we took several pictures together, he also met my parents (again) as 'that teacher' which my parents had a lot of respect for.He would recommend bands for me to listen to, and I would give him feedback if I liked them or not.By the end of my junior year, staying after with him until dark was an everyday occurrence.I wasn't set out to make the man lose his job, so I dated and floated around trying to find a boy my age that was as perfect as my teacher, but I always came back to the same answer: I really wanted my teacher.