Daddy came home and told me you told him many things about me. Good and bad. There are even some things that I don't know how you knew. Some very personal things, like how I really feel about certain things... Maybe all humanities teachers are like that, having the ability to analyse a "source" and make accurate inferences from it...
You know, I don't know to be happy or freaked out.You know so much. And I don't know how. I remember all those times that we talked. Just the two of us. Like two close friends. I remember how awkward I felt in those conversations. And I remember how you always made me feel more comfortable. You would tell me so much about yourself. And maybe that's how I told you some stuff unknowingly. I would like to think that this is a good thing though, I would like to think that you like talking to me, and I would like to think that you care for me.
But I'm not sure. I know you care for all of us. But the selfish side of me wants you to care more for me. Because I care so much for you.
You know, some people say it's pretty obvious that you favour me. But why don't I feel it? I've always wanted you to feel proud of us. All of us. I remember how I promised you we'll get an A for class cleanliness, and I promise that I will keep to that promise. I know time is running out. The year's gonna end in a flash. And I don't want to leave you with the impression that I only make empty promises.
It's still early to say this, but I promise, I'll remember you. I'll remember everything about you. How you always put in so much into our lessons. How you always made the effort to talk to me so regularly. How you always assured me that I can look for you whenever, wherever, although I would never trouble you with any of my meaningless worries.
I'll remember you, and I want you to remember me... I know you've got many students, many outstanding students, I mean just look at our class... Who am I to deserve a place in your memory? I don't know, maybe it's because I'm selfish, but I want you to remember me.
Maybe it's because I told you so much, unconsciously, so much that I didn't tell anyone else before, because I didn't want anyone to know. I don't know how, but you saw me on the inside. Who I really am. How I really feel. What I really think.
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's meant to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
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