To Teacher An Yu-jin,

To Teacher An Yu-jin,

Before I write a long story, I want to say this first: I like you, teacher.
I don't know why you suddenly left. I miss you. You told me in the music room that your eyes were so pretty that I thought I could fall into them. I had something I wanted to say too. I told you that the color of your eyes was so beautiful. I thought I could fall into them and die.
Do you remember? What I said to you in front of the water fountain on a rainy day. Maybe it was because of the damp air, or maybe because you were so pretty. I said I wanted to kiss you. I can't forget that feeling. When your lips, wet from rain, met mine, and our tongues slid in. It was so sweet that I almost fainted on the spot. If you hadn't been holding the back of my neck, I would have fainted.
After I ran away from that place, I felt a little regretful. I wanted to try it again.
Teacher, I don't know why you did that back then. The day you couldn't come to school because of a cold. When I went to your house, why didn't you open the door? I waited for two whole hours for you to come out. Dreamlike drifted in through the crack in the front door of your studio apartment, which wasn't soundproof at all. That's right, it's your favorite song.
You said you didn't like me. Then why did you kiss me? Why did I hug you?
Please reply if you read. I love you.