I'm in love with my math teacher. I am, I seriously am. And
I don't know what to make of it. My friends laugh at me because I'm a
math
lover as well. They say that I'd probably love math even more because
of him.
But I think it may be the other way around, or maybe my love for either
one of
them is simply independent of the other. Either way, I love math and
the person
who currently teaches it to me, oh, so much. "Which/who" do I love
more? Naturally, one would think I'd answer, "him". (okay, this is
getting difficult. let's give "him" an official codename. we shall
call "him", fifty three/53 because of something which I'd share with
you later, or perhaps another time) but it's just that I'm not really
good at
loving people that much. I just don't know how it works. I'm a bit of
an anti -
social kind of person. And I've been there, done that. I've loved and
lost, and
frankly, I don't want to go through the same, sad process again. (see
post: The Process) At least I'm certain that the subject that he
teaches loves me back.



