First message
I sit at my desk in the classroom. Grading papers, yet paying more attention to the open door of the classroom as students come in, wearing their school uniforms.they talk to their friends and sitting in their seats. I wait for her. I try not to look up too much, an attempt to not give anything away. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The way she smiled, the way she talked, the way she looked when she was working hard. I loved her. And then, she comes in.