I never thought it would get this far.
I met you at the beginning of my first semester in college. You were the only reason I came to every single class. I knew I would get to see you, and that’s what got me out of my room and into a class that I hated.
I worried about what would happen when the end of the semester came. I knew I was going to miss you so much and that things would never be the same. But after the semester ended, we got really close.
Now I worry that at the end of this semester, things will change. What about this summer. I know that while we are both here, we can hang out. My family doesn’t have to know, no one does really. But what will happen this summer?
You don’t know this, but I love you. We are tight as shit and I don’t want to mess that up. That’s why I worry.
I know that we hang out, and party, and sometimes hook up. But I just wish things were different.
I wish you weren’t 23.
I wish I wasn’t 18.
But above all, I wish you weren’t my TA.