I loved him...

I loved him. I knew he was wrong for me, but I loved him. 1

He stole my heart the moment I first saw him. He walked into the classroom and my heart stopped. I know that is a cliché, but my heart literally stopped. He didn’t even notice me that day.2

He was so beautiful. His dark hair was tousled and his shoulders were broad. He was tall. He had a commanding presence about him. When he spoke, he was articulate and brilliant. He was my professor.3

I prepared for the next class by brushing my hair and applying mascara. I approached him after class. I asked a well-developed, intelligent question and then charmed him with my best smile. I had rehearsed with the mirror all morning. 4

He asked me if I wanted to meet him for coffee. I would have gone anywhere with him. 5

As he held his coffee, I tried not to stare at his gorgeous strong hands. His eyes were dark brown. They danced when he grinned. Graceful little wrinkles framed his cheekbones when he laughed. Oh my God, those wrinkles made me melt.6

After the next class he asked me if I wanted to meet him in his office. I went.7

He locked the door behind us. It was the most intense hour of my life. 8

We met in his office frequently during the rest of the semester. I fell further in love. He never made any promises.9

When the semester ended, our relationship ended. All I had left was my “A”. 10