a little letter

dear handsome high school english teacher who is single and presented in my class yesterday,

maybe i should just refer to you as husband-to-be. i've heard people say that after the first time they saw their future spouse, they knew. they just knew, and they told people that they knew. i admit that i don't know, but i sure will hope. and cross my fingers.

in case you didn't notice {although, i don't know how you could have missed it}, i was swooning the entire class, just like the old movies with corsets and heaving bosoms. i almost needed one of those plush, crimson fainting sofas to lean on and clear my head.

"i burn, i pine, i perish."

excuse the cliche, but bella was dazzled by edward's eyes. i don't even remember the color of your eyes, but i do remember the dimple in your left cheek. i was dazzled by your confidence and the way your face lit up when you talked about your students. i was dazzled by the passion you have for life and your career. i was dazzled by your smile.

i need someone like you. stable. beautiful. passionate.

i wasn't brave enough to actually speak to you, so maybe the universe will cross our paths again someday.

until then,

me.

{inspiration from this post taken from meg.}