so this is my first mini story in a long time...I really hope you all like it :)
I pull the stool into his office like I do every other day. He looks up slightly with acknowledgement, and then goes back to typing his email. We stay like this normally in comfortable silence, or we chat a little while he works. Today it seems like it will be just comfortable silence.
I look at him while he types. As slender and fit as he is now I can never imagine that, at one time he was overweight. His short brown hair and mustache fit his figure quite well. As I watch him type I notice his hands. From years of riding horses, playing the trombone, being a wrestling coach, and now my band director has left his hands worn, yet strong.
I still stare at his hands. What would it be like to have those hands hold mine instead of his trombone?
How would it feel to stare into his eyes, and know he feels the same way about me as I do for him?
….No…
I shouldn't feel this way for him. This is my band director…this is the man I look for to direct me on the field. He helps me and the rest of the color guard to know where we march, while we are twirling our flags. This is a man who has been married for 38 years, and has two kids along with four grandkids.
Why do I feel this way?
This isn't normal for a high school color guard girl to have feelings for her band director. A director that is way too old for her, and especially one who is happily married. I shouldn't have feelings for this man…yet I do. He is so kindhearted and such a strong willed man. He came into band two years ago as a newbie, and took charge so quickly. He made changes for the better and strives to make us look and sound professional. This is also a man I have gotten to know on a more personal level.
Hearing about his life fascinates me. From growing up with horse and wanting to be a minister, to hearing about how he started being a band teacher at 21. His life fascinates me so much. On top of his history talking to him is so easy to do. We tease each other all the time and I don't mind that kids call me the favorite.
Still everything about him lately makes my heart flutter. From his kind hearted smiles, to him teasingly hitting me, I feel the tange of flirtatiousness run through my veins. Oh how much I want to just walk up and confess my feelings. To finally maybe see if he feels the same way...to maybe see if I will ever have my small little hand in his own wise hands.
