This was the year I first saw the live of my life. It’s not a crush nor is it infatuation. This it sincere love and I have never will never get to tell her that I love her. Because she was my teacher. But she became so much more. A mentor a muse. My only attraction. I haven’t seen her since I graduated but I still fall asleep thinking about her. I still wonder if she’s alright. I still want her opinion. I still long for her scent. I haven’t been able to get with another woman in 3 years since I met her. I keep comparing every girl with her and no one has the slightest chance of measuring up. I will never love anyone else like I love her. And she knows nothing and I will never see her again. I see now that happy endings do not exist. The world is cruel and unfair.