I got close. Too close. I was dumb, and thought it was a good idea to try and help you with your pains. I just didn’t want to see you cry, Ms. When you called out to me in class, talking about grief and sorrow, and said that I understood your pain, it tugged my heart strings. I was stupid. I allowed myself to have feelings. As you kept me around, I was falling deeper and deeper. We both crossed lines, but it’s my fault, and you may not have known of my feelings at first. I’m sorry. I wish you knew how much this hurts, how much I wish I could get rid of these feelings, and I wish you knew how I cherished every moment with you. I’ll never take back helping you, I’ll never take back our strange bond- even if inappropriate. I’m sorry it had to be me.
