♡

Sir. Thank you for being my teacher. I’m glad I got to meet you in this life. I’m glad that I know you. I’m even glad that I fell for you. You’re a lot like sunshine and it’ll be hard. It’s gonna be so fucking hard to move on because I have all these lovely memories with you and all those lovely things you said and your smile, that’s something that’s gonna be ingrained in my mind for a long time. Your kind, kind smile. It’ll be hard to move on because you top everyone else. Nobody compares to you. I can delude myself into thinking that I can force myself to like another boy for the time being in order to get over you but I can’t. I fucking can’t.

All the songs I practiced with you, they’ll always always remind me of you. And god, I just wish I hadn’t spent so much time stressing over whether saying or doing a certain thing would be too obvious or cringey or I don’t know. I just wish I spent more time with you. Even more than I already have. And even then, I know it still wouldn’t be enough.