I’m a 28F and I first met him when I was 12 in my second year of high school, his first year as a literature teacher. He was the cool, young, handsome teacher all girls were crazy about. I was the quiet student with not many friends, an avid reader and a regular in school’s writing contests. So we had a good teacher-student relationship. He would gift me books and encourage me to keep writing. But nothing else, of course. Nothing remotely sexual ever happened while he was my teacher.
He left my high school after only one year. After that I never thought much about him, but I’d see his books in my bedroom and remember him fondly. If someone asked me about my favourite teacher, I’d always say him.