The first time you walked into my classroom I thought you were the most arrogant and spoiled brat I had ever met. You came bursting in way after the class had begun and everybody just accepted your tardiness with a look of adoration on their faces. Everyone except me that is. I was the teacher after all and, even though Visual Arts might not be considered as an important subject as most, I have always strived to make my students take my classes seriously. I succeded too, except when it came to you. You always had to be so special, didn't you?
No, don't answer that. It doesn't matter anymore. My point is that you were, indeed, special... You never acted like the other students. Then again, maybe that was just because the other students had never shown any personal interest in their Art teacher before. At least not in a serious way. It was always part of some joke...
You were serious though. And it caught me off guard. I think I even hurt you there in the beginning... With my doubt. Back when I did not know who to trust. But can you blame me? I had been teaching for some years already and then, all of the sudden, the most popular young man in school comes up to me and claims to like me. It is not like it's some daily occurance for me... I know I am not very attractive, and I know that I tend to push people away... So why should I have believed you?
I remember being scared that anyone would find out. Even though nothing serious would have happened between us, I still could have lost my job, or at least have been put under investigation, if anyone saw us together and assumed the worst. But despite everything I did to try to get you off my back, you never gave up. You kept coming with your invitations to dinner and whatnot. You even showed up outside my door on more than one occassion. I can not imagine what the Dean would have thought if he knew about that...
My point is... What is my point? I... I grew to know you. You were more than the selfish brat that had first come into my classroom thinking you were on top of the world. You were you... And you made me fall in love with you. On the same day when I first realized that you were serious about me... That was when I finally admitted it to myself. I loved you.
I was in love with my eighteen-year-old student... Good job, Yuki.
