Tear of the Notes

This is an 87% true story

16th December, 2008

Miss,

This will be a long letter that I may never send to you.

I have many many things want to say but every time I meet you, I can just say “Hello”. Whenever I said “Hello” to you, my heart was asking “How are you?”; Whenever I said “Long time no see!”, my heart was telling “I miss you”. Really, between these few years, what have you done? I just know you go to duty everyday and have meals with your family but nothing else.

Do you remember it was a windy autumn in 2006, when we met outside our classroom? I thought you were my classmate because you looked like only few years older than me, but you were my Miss! I was so surprised because my English teacher was such beautiful and young. I felt that I could breathe hardly because my heart was beating fast. I didn’t know why and suddenly a flash of feeling appeared in my mind, “Will I love this teacher?” I stopped my thinking immediately because at that time I didn’t accept any ideas of lesbian or gay.

You treated me like a friend who parted for long time. You told me many of your interests and many of your secrets just at the first day we met. I was enjoying the chatting with you and my mind was attracted by your smoky and shiny eyes. Your sweet smile let me feel that your heart to me was wide-opened. Anyway, our deepest friendship was just on the first day.

I met some new friends in the class. I believed I could finally have friends because my classmates liked me quite a lot. I was so honored to study in this class. I liked my every subject, every classmate and every teacher, especially you.

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Tear of the Notes.