I was 19 years old, I was nearing the end of my first year at college and was preparing to have a relaxing summer. Every day, I would pass my high school on the way home, it was the quickest way to get home. Everyday I remember when I was taught by the most intelligent and beautiful woman, when I was high school, she was my English and Science teacher and she was the closest person I was with friends with in high school. There were no feelings between us back in high school, but when I was in college, the feelings began to develop.
When I would walk pass high school on the way home from college, I would see her leaving and getting ready to go home. One day, we struck up a conversation and caught up with each other, she asked me how college was going and I asked if she was getting worked hard by her new students and she said that our year group was better. At the time, she just turned 32 years old.