I can’t believe he has come back into play, but my beloved teacher? I went to a piano recital with him today. Him and a few year 7 students.
It was like being back in school. No, actually it wasn’t. Because I wasn’t just some school kid like the year 7s. I was special to him. We had the best talk we’ve had since… February.
He hugged me. Kissed me on the cheek. I almost died right then and there.
I went for so long without seeing him much. I saw him at a few gigs but we didn’t really have time to talk deeply. And I was fine. I was actually falling for other people. I wasn’t ‘in love’ with him anymore. I loved him sure, I always will. But I had closure.
Today all those feelings resurfaced. It all came flooding back. I remembered how much I loved him. How much I missed him.
I came home a weeping mess.
I want to see him again. I want to see him every day like I used to. Man this feels like some sort of addiction where I had a taste and now I’m craving more.
As for all the boys my age? Fuck them all. I am tired. If I ever say that I like any of the guys I currently know, I am either lying or bored. Don’t believe me.