The Hardest Thing.So, I guess I'll start with the first time I saw her. Not literally because y brothers went to the same school and I guess I'd seen her a million times before, but I mean the first time I REALLY saw her...
I was half way through my junior year in high school and it was looking like I wasn't going to graduate so I asked to transfer to the alternative school my brothers had gone too, my principle approved and when second semester started so did my heart break. I walked into my new school orientation that Monday and there stood the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She was wearing a little black dress that made my heart go pitter patter.
From that moment on I have thought about her all day everyday. Through high school I made it a point to get close to her and she helped me work through so many of my problems.
But then the day I had been dreading came...I graduated. After that happened my feelings for her only grew more fierce. I go back to the school when class is over every now and then to visit her and every time I do it takes all I have not to jump over her desk and kiss her like there's no tomorrow. She's nearly 40 and it kills me everyday of my life knowing that's why she'll never feel the same....:'(