You had a huge crush on your mathematics' professor, mr. Joaquin Phoenix was probably the prettiest man you ever laid your eyes on. He was way older than you, probably divorced or had a girlfriend he broke up with some time ago, because he always seem upset about something, but for you it only made him look attractive; a shy, patient and depressed man that could turn into a sexy explosive one if someone made him angry, or a hot smarty one. He was a genius, so intelligent, but the type that doesn't make you seem dumb or embarrassed for being terrible in math, he was patient on teaching, he was passionate about his profession. So eloquent, the way he speaks, he explains, he smiles when he sees you and the other students understood, but you think his smiles just belong to you

You made him a lot of little letters through the years, none of them answered, but he never changed with you, never stopped to help you or treat you like his little star, even if you are not the brightest about calculus and those type of boring things, but for him you dedicated a lot, and practice on the mirror every week the dumbest questions to ask him so he could explain to you all over and over again. You dresse up for him, wake up early to do the make-up and hair, observe which clothes call his attention or which he just ignores, if he likes hair band or clips, or hair ties. You wanted to impress him, ans he could see that, even if he tried to ignore