Fool in Love

I fall in love very easily, and I know that's stupid. No matter how hard I try to control my feelings, I just can't help it. It's like a never-ending cycle: when I finally stop thinking about one person, someone even better appears in my life, and I fall in love all over again. And the worst part isn't falling in love; the real problem is that there's usually nothing I can do about it.

I'm working as an English teacher right now, and I must say it's the best job I've ever had. I'm finally doing something that I love. The funny thing is, I didn't even know I loved teaching until I started doing it. This job is both fun and rewarding. As you may know, I used to want to be a police officer, and the reason for that was because I wanted to help people. After I failed the police exams, I was very disappointed, but as a teacher, I can also help people. Perhaps I won't be able to save lives, but I'm sure I can change them. That's what knowledge does to people—it changes the way we see the world. With more knowledge, we have more opportunities and a brighter future ahead of us.

But it also comes with its negative sides. For me, the negative side isn't the bad students; after all, I was a bad student back in the day too. The problem is the exact opposite: it's the wonderful people I get to meet. I have to keep a professional relationship with them and maintain a certain distance. I've met children I would take home and raise as my own if I could, cool guys I would love to hang out with, and gorgeous women I would literally marry if given the chance. But of course, I can't do any of these things, and that's what bothers me the most. I get attached to people very easily, but I can only interact with them for two hours a week.

At the moment, there is this one woman. She is extremely beautiful, incredibly smart, and I can tell that she also has a big heart. I won't dare to say she is perfect, because no one is, but I would kill to be with someone like her. However, none of that matters because she is my student, so there's nothing I can do about it. Maybe she even has a boyfriend or a husband; I've never had the courage to ask. I can't help but think about her all week.

But that's not the point. The point is that if I didn't know her, I would probably be thinking about someone else; that's just how I am. I've been hurt many times in the past, and I've also hurt many people, but it seems that no matter how many negative experiences I have with women, I will always be a fool in love.