Before I could help myself, I fell absolutely in love with my English professor last semester. She's the most wonderful person I've ever met, and every time I'm away from her, I'm miserable. She is brilliant, beautiful, and she has an amazing wit. I'm 20. She's 39, and she looks amazing. She dances in her spare time, and she's into theater. She's literally the first thing I think about when I wake up in the morning and the last thing I think about before I go to bed. She is perfect in every way, and she makes everyone feel like they're the greatest person who ever lived. She's enormously kind and gentle. She has a 15-year-old daughter who is just as spectacular as she is.
All I can think about is how I want to get completely lost in this woman. She is my holy grail, my Grand Canyon; she is my soul's sustenance.