Komplicerad kärlek-berättelse (engelska)

Fick nått infall och började på en berättelse/novell sådär på kvällskvisten, och skulle gärna vela ha lite kritik! På språk, stavning, sätter jag skriver, mm. Om du har något att säga, vad som helst, så kommentera!

(Med high school menar ja högstadiet)

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You could say this is a diary. You could say it’s fake. That’s up to you. But this is my story. The story about a lonely heart.


“No, it’s ok, I really like to talk to you. You’re one of the wisest I know, adults included” she said that evening. Didn’t know how she made me feel, how she made my heart pound. She certainly didn’t know anything. Still doesn’t.
We’re older now. It’s almost a year later. But nothing has changed. I’m just even more crushed. Because I know that soon, everything will be over. I’ll get away from this shit. But I also know that it will follow me, haunt me, forever.


I’m 15 y/o. Sort of a mainstream teen, nothing special. I have a mom, a dad and a sister. Ida. She’s 18, doesn’t even live at home anymore. Nowadays she lives in Uppsala, alone studding. Sometimes I miss her, but I’m doing alright.
I don’t remember much from my childhood. There’s not much to remember actually. I was a boring child, with no dreams and no life. I wasn’t being bullied, but didn’t really fit in. was too perfect, mature. Would rather be with the adults than the other children. I mean, there was nothing wrong with me, I just didn’t have a life. On holidays I was home reading books.
The change came when I started high school. I became a whole other person. The change was gradual, I don’t think I’m done yet. But a lot happened. And the most important part:
Johanna Lea Davies.


She’s my teacher. My mentor. A wonderful, fantastic, magnificent person. She’s married, has two kids. She has, what I can see, a beautiful life. She says it herself too. She's got a bunch of friends, and her best friend is also her colleague. All her students are her friends too. I look at her as my friend more than anything else. And I’m so happy I met her, got her as my teacher and mentor. But it’s destroys me. Because I’m completely and helplessly
in
love
with
her.


When I began 7th grade everything was new. A new class, new teachers and new school-building. That was just what I needed. A new chance, a chance to be myself, who I wanted to be.
School start came. I was nervous, a bit scared. About half my class was still with me, but everyone else was new. And I hadn’t ever met my new teachers before. But i stood positive. My last class, all my ex-teachers, was really not good. Nothing could be worse.
I don’t really remember what happened that first day, only that it felt good. And I remember Johanna. I know that one of the first things I thought when we met was Damn, she’s hot. Not exactly like that, but I definitely reacted on her look. And she is hot. Really, really good looking. Her body… Mmmmmm. Wow. And also her face and hair. Perfect. AND HER AURA. HER CARISMA. It’s like you feel when she’s close. Of course her mind, way of speaking and thinking, expressing, also is astounding. I fell for her in that first moment.
I didn’t understand that I was in love with her at first though. But I knew that I liked her. A lot. And it escalated fast.