It's hilarious that you fall in love with Sir Dylan, your icy, severe literature instructor. All you could do was observe him from a distance or turn your head away if he looked in your direction.

You once attempted to write him a love letter, but he returned it with grammar corrections. Of course, you couldn't believe it, but somehow, this makes you feel lighthearted, or worse, you feel like a clown for writing a love letter to a teacher like him.

Nevertheless, your ridiculous actions and poor grammar never fail to make him smile.

You spend a lot of time with him because he wants to fix your grammar, particularly in your paragraph, which you struggle with. Nevertheless, you feel content on the inside when you spend time with them.

You choose to tell him how you really feel one day, and although he appears a little reluctant, his response astounds you. He acknowledges that he feels the same way for you, but he is aware that their connection as instructor and student will be destroyed by school regulations.

Or worse, he may lose his job. He therefore assured you that you would always be together if you graduated from school, achieved your dream and didn't fall in love for anybody.

When your senior year comes to a close, everyone else is running out of the school gate with joy, but you're running into the streets in search of someone. When you find someone, you grin at Sir Dylan. He is at his car right now, waiting for you.

He softly called out, "Darling," and smiled at you.