Youthful school days can give rise to the purest flirtation and fantasies.
Nothing to do with lust, nothing to do with reality.
Those beautiful, fragile things may not even be worthy of being called feelings.
What I need isn't a promise, or even an ending. I only ask that you understand.
Understand that you alone witnessed my youth.
Afterward, I carried the traces you left in my heart with me as I continued searching for happiness.
Teacher-student romance, slow burn, a little angst and sweetness
This is my first time writing. Please be kind.
Understand the two words and the key points. I hope that all the feelings that have gone through will eventually settle into these two words.