Leslie Anne

I remember a cute girl when I was in high school. She was like two years younger than me. I remember her as someone who is attractive – cute, had a very sweet smile, fine complexion – still much like a little girl. Rumor has it that she was a lesbian but I never went on thinking of her that way. To me, she was one of those few crushes that I had.

When I started working as a college instructor, I discovered that she was studying where I was teaching, taking the course in a college were I am a faculty member. I did some research and found out interesting things about her – playgirl, always with boys instead of girls, always partying, happy go lucky, doesn’t care about the world, had many relationships and the list goes on. Somehow, she was still that girl that I saw during high school, thought more “playful”.

To my surprise, she became one of my students in not one but three subjects. Of course she already knows me since I was one of the popular guys when we were in high school. I suddenly developed an excitement to teach those three subjects because that’s the only time that I can stare at her without being obvious. Outside class, it’s the usual routine. We smile at each other when we see each other around corners, the school corridor and the like. It was quite obvious because I don’t really warm up or smile to my other students. I was the snob type, but not to her. She saw this and I bet she realized that I was attracted to her. Truly, I was. I love her when she smiles at me – that innocent smile that always took my stress away from me. I love seeing her in tight jeans, and although she’s quite small with a gorgeous body, she was always looking sexy.

Time went by and I observed that she was failing her grades. I talked to her, encouraging her to study hard. I even gave her special projects for her to cope. I did everything within my limits as an instructor to let her pass, not because I liked her, but because I wanted to help her as much as I wanted to help my other students. In the end, I can’t justify giving her grades that she won’t deserve. I failed her – but she understood me. I know that she was having some personal problems with her boy friend and other things. As a teacher, I never crossed that limit and invade her life. I stayed afar, wishing that she may soon find solace and find her resolve.

For me, it was like a mere infatuation – an attraction. I quickly forgot about her when someone came into my life. These past weeks, I suddenly remembered her, maybe because of my loneliness that I try to think about all the good things (and girls  ) that were part of my life. I can’t seem to find here among my students’ and friends’ Friendster accounts. I wish to see her. I wish to know how she is, and though I may forever be just a figment in her memory, I look forward to the day that I may see her sweet smile again.