Master Teacher I Love You

Chapter 23

I'm not sure.

However, this is my romance story, having a relationship with a teacher at the school where I studied, I never imagined it.

But it's pretty comfortable when I'm by her side, even though she likes to be so spoiled on me sometimes, wanting to hug me, kiss me, or even insult me.

Sometimes I think who's a real adult?

Me or him?

Maybe this is like a mistake, I mean people must think that this relationship... I don't want to listen to their babble.

For me, while there is love and not an inbreeding relationship, I think it is perfectly legitimate.

Slowly our relationship was accepted in their minds, maybe because they also thought this was no relationship with themselves, or they put a sense of disdain for the teacher, he said, which has made this village little by little in the direction that is advancing.

I was always embarrassed when he looked me in the face, he said my face was never tired to see, sometimes in the middle he kissed my forehead, stroking my hair or pinching my nose and cheeks.

The thump in my chest I always felt, when will this stop?

I don't know, maybe when the sky changes color to purple, or the sea water becomes fresh?

Which means impossible,

huh...

I always felt comfortable and happy when he was by my side,

and yet... Sometimes I worry about all this, at one point I feel like there's something I don't know.

I dare not ask him this, but I hope it will not be a bad thing.

Morning dew soaks the leaves.

The light of the sun began to rise in the east.

I woke up, in a beautiful dream.

The fog covered my path.

Yet...

A hand pulled me out of the fog.

He smiled and led me through the fog.

When the sun starts to rise.

Slowly the fog was gone, along with her.

Then I screamed at him.

“I WAIT FOR YOU WHEN MORNING COMES AND FOG COVERS HER!”.

My scream.

But as morning repeats, the fog comes.

He never came to me again.

A poem he wrote I read and I tried to interpret the poem, but... When I got that meaning, I felt very tight in my chest.

Huhhhhh... To waste a happiness in plain sight, with something uncertain, would not this be a regret for me.

“don't hug me”.

I always said that phrase, as he held my body, warm in that embrace, I felt his breath so warm.

“I can't wait for that day”.

Her speech.

I just laughed as if he was going to get married.

My fingers that he squeezed, we sat on our laps while watching the movie he called anime.

It feels so comfortable, it's incessantly weeding my backside head, continuing like that.

Watching the movie, I occasionally screamed iterically.

Seeing that he just laughed then kissed my cheek and then closed my eyes with his palm.

Ah... It's too embarrassing, if it has to be like this.

Countless movies we watched from 9am he came here (my house) until 4pm.

Ah... It felt funny, I didn't want it to be over, I turned my body, faced her, then I slowly approached my face.

“cup”

a warm kiss warmed the atmosphere that afternoon, his lips I felt so soft.

This story is so beautiful to me.

Then we've got all that.

“Tumben you started first”. He said, I can only turn my face in shame.