The first time I saw her in flesh, right in front of me, walking in a damn tight clothing, I wanted to run to her and hug her. f**k. It wasn’t what I should think but it was.
The whole time that she stood at the back of the classroom, I wanted so bad to turn around and stare at her beautiful face. She is a professor. Alright, that must be a low blow but I don’t give a damn. I’m graduating anyway. I can just pursue her now.
I tapped my desk the whole time as I grew impatient of the time. I need to come to her and take her again. And again. And again.
Damn!
I have been so weird these past few weeks that I don’t know what’s bothering me. But seeing her now makes me feel relieved. It’s as if a thorn has been taken out of my throat that I can breathe well again. Two weeks of wondering an
