Just yesturday I was dreaming of him, how happy he makes me, but today is a different story. It's silly, I know. How can we be together, all I can do is dream, right? I mean a proffesor and a student can never be...
"Hi Marie; hows your day; how was your day?"
"I'm fine, been good. How was your weekend, �Mr. Bennedict."
"Pretty good, just cleaned my home from head to toe."
"You're clean and tidy like always, I see."
"Yea I know, but what can I say thats just me. How was your weekend?"
"Fine, just the usual, studying, I want to do good on today's exam."
"Thats my Marie, I'm glad you study, your my number one student."
"Thank you...I think."
My name is Marie born and raised in New York City on June 1, 1888. I'm not tall, but im not short either. I have long hair, normal color black, curly and long. I'm not dark skinned or light skinned, im not fat or model thin, I'm average I guess. Mr. Eric Bennedict, he is my professor, he is tall, white, beutiful deep blue eyes, a body which words can not even describe. The way he walks, speaks, and teaches is amazing. He is a very profound person the way he thinks, his ideas, and so on, it is amazing, I can not keep my eyes off him. How I love his eyes, but I know nothing will ever happen and can never be whether I want it or not, it has only be 5 years and yet my feelings still havent changed.
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