I was in love
with someone I couldn't have. Everyday it killed me. Almost every day I had to see his face, his handsome face. His hazel eyes, that perfect smile and that sexy little bit of stubble on his chin. I was in pieces as I wrote this. I wanted him so much, I needed him so much. He was my whole world and everything in it. There were times when I thought that he might have felt the same, when that glance lingers just a moment too long. The over friendly hug after an especially hard lesson teaching. When he brushed past me so closely I would get goosebumps even when there was plenty of room. When, I could go on foever about things that seemed so major to me but were just friendliness and pure coincidence. Sadly I knew I could not act upon my feelings. He was an older man, married, with two gorgeous children.