While tidying up my cabinet, I accidentally came across the weekly journals I had written with my class teacher last semester. I couldn’t help but read them from the first page to the last.
During that semester, we shared almost everything. You once said I was an extremely quiet girl, like a “time bomb” that could suddenly burst beside you, which was why I needed more care and attention. You said you could never fully understand my inner world and could not truly enter it, wondering who could really reach my heart.
You also told me that since I had chosen this school, I should persevere. You reminded me not to shed tears easily, because too many tears would lose their value. You said you were fortunate to know me and our class, and You also told me not to miss you too much during the holidays.
Throughout that semester, there was your careful concern, your effort to understand me, your constant encouragement, and your sincere appreciation. I hope all of this can continue.
I also hope you will still be our class teacher next semester, because as you once said, over time, feelings naturally grow.