They say that you fall in love with the most unexpected person and the most unexpected time. I didn't believe it. Until it happened to me. They say about love at first sight, I didn't believe that either. Until that happened to me. It's a feeling that you struggle to put down in words. No one can feel it, unless it's happening to them. Sometimes love is completely right, or sometimes, it's completely wrong. In my case, you could say it was wrong. Totally unacceptable. When you're in love, reality seems better than your dreams. They're the last person on your mind when you go to sleep, and the first person on your mind when you get up in the morning. I believe that it all comes down to the last person you think of at night, that is were your heart it. It belongs to them. It's theirs. You're giving them the ability to break your heart, but really, you're trusting them not to.
The type of love, that, whenever you see that special someone, or whenever you talk to them, even if it's just for a second, you day seems to get a lot better. When speaking to them automatically puts a smile on your face. When you can be anywhere in the word, but you just want to be with them. They say that when your in love, everyone can see it. But sometimes, you have to hide it. For the sake of the other person rather than yours. Not because your embarrassed, but because, you have to. For the sake of them, their life, their future, and sometimes, even their job.
You just want to grab their hand and be like, 'he's mine.' The mistakes you made falling for this person, it makes you who you are today. They're the one person you could never hate. No matter what they've done. It's like a magnetic force, that's pulling you together. Like you're meant for each other. They're the person you want to wake up next to in the morning, eat breakfast with them, get changed with them, play stupid games with them, watch movies with them in bed, hold each others hand and watch tv, whispering sweet nothings into each others ears, the one who sends cute texts to you, who buys you gifts, and let's you wear their comfy hoodie when you're cold, look into their eyes, be with them at sunrise, and at sunset, let them cook for you, walk in the rain with you, fall asleep whilst on the phone to you, snuggle in bed with them, let them be the only one who's really allowed to mess your hair up, and kiss them goodnight. If that isn't love, I don't know what is.
It's crazy really, how much you care about one person. When you love someone, you'd put your life on the line for each other, you protect each other, you fight for each other. After everything, you can't un-love someone. You can't go to bed one night, and suddenly the next day, you don't have feelings for them. They say you always have a thing for a first real, proper love. When they have no idea how hard is it to force yourself to sleep at night, because they're constantly on your mind. No one gets it. No one understands how you feel. Except that one person who can read you like a book. They are the only person who understands you. All of the times you spend with them, the memories, they something happens, and they walk past you like you're a stranger. So you think, that all the memories you spent together, you think, to them, it means nothing. Because it seems like it does. It's just him. His smile. His eyes. His voice. His laugh. His warmth. His care. His love. His body. His existence. It's all him. That feeling you get when you see him.
On a daily basis you have to see other girls talking to him, trying to flirt with him. But he's yours. No one else's. Yours. To you, his is perfect. You want nothing else, just him. You sneak a glimpse of him, just so he doesn't catch you staring. You know you're not perfect, but you're perfect for him. They say age is a number, for you it is anyway. What if the person you are thinking about, is also thinking about you? Once you're attached to someone, you can't let go.
It's the most maddening, beautiful, magical, horrible, painful, wonderful, joyous thing in the world. Love.
They say being in love is easy. It's not. When you have to sneak around all the time. When you have to lie, probably about everything. When you can't tell anyone for the sake of the other person, only your best friend knows. Only because I have to share my love for him with someone, I can't keep it all to myself. I can only share it with one person. But you know why? Because everyone will judge us. Because he might just get put in prison. But most importantly, none of this should be happening.
Because he's my teacher.
Author's Note:
Hey! I'm back! I'm sorry I haven't updated my other fan fiction in ages, but I haven't just left it! I'll be coming back to it soon, when I have a few more ideas for it! But for now, I've thought of a whole, new idea. If you're reading this and you've read the summary you've probably gathered my idea for this, I don't know if this story will work out, but you don't know unless you try! So please, please, please, please, PLEASE review! I'd love to know you've thoughts so far, thank you!:-) xoxo