R was not just my teacher. He was a friend, a mentor, a motivator, a jester, and most importantly, my first crush! We shared secrets like best friends and teased each other like childhood buddies.
I still remember the first time I saw him, 27, tall, dark and handsome. He was there to replace my super amazing maths teacher. I hated him so much for that. In fact I was plotting to get him kicked out some how. *Indian daily soap music in background*. The first class, he was tired after traveling for long and I played the typical bitch, trying to confuse him, hoping he would make a mistake. But he is that typical Mr Perfect when it comes to maths.
And then, slowly my heart softened. I don’t know when, what, how. I began liking him. The universe conspires, as usual. None of my classmates used to attend classes. I repeat, none. Me and him. The two of us. Alone.
Mathematics united us. I love mathematics right from childhood and he was superb at it, perhaps that’s why I started liking him so much. He is the perfect guy, I would love to hate. Hard core non-vegetarian, early morning smoker, addicted gamer, pink lover. But yet, he is smart, and sexy at mathematics.
And then, one day I unintentionally touched his hand, when he was about to do a mistake. We were solving complex numbers. And that day, I wrote the poem love currents 😛. I really felt the tingling sensation. I really did. 😛
He taught me conics till 11 p.m. for 5 days. Those were heaven! In breaks when he wouldn’t go to smoke, he would tell me his *don’t tell anyone* secrets, lots of experiences, his achievements, his childhood memories, I’m not telling everyone everything 🤐. Fortunately, I didn’t know how to flirt.
He was my teacher, after all and he taught me so much besides Maths. The best thing was he made me feel so good about myself and regain my confidence. I don’t want to date him or let him know that he was my crush. I’m glad I met him. I managed to score really well in mathematics in a competitive exam. Mathematics became my rank booster. And it was so special to share the slice of cake with him. Extra sweet. Extra delicious.
P.S. This is the first time I shared my feelings for him with someone.