I Am in Love with My Class Teacher

Title: I Am in Love with My Class Teacher ( Episode 3) Months had passed since Miss Evelyn left, and James was no longer the boy who once cried over a love that was never his. He had grown stronger, wiser. He had stopped talking about her, stopped staring at old notes, and started focusing on himself. But life, as always, has a strange way of playing with our hearts. One evening, as we walked home from school, James received a message on his phone. It was an unknown number. He read it and stopped walking. “What is it?” I asked. He swallowed hard, then turned the phone toward me. “James, it’s me… Miss Evelyn. Can we talk?” I stared at the message in shock. Miss Evelyn? After all this time? Why now? James exhaled and put the phone in his pocket. “I don’t know what she wants. But… I don’t think I want to know.” That was when I realized something—his feelings for her were truly fading. Miss Evelyn and James met a few days later at a small café. I didn’t go with him, but I knew he needed to hear whatever she had to say. When he returned, he looked confused. “She told me she made a mistake.” “A mistake?” I asked. Miss Evelyn and James met a few days later at a small café. I didn’t go with him, but I knew he needed to hear whatever she had to say. When he returned, he looked confused. “She told me she made a mistake,” he said. “A mistake?” I asked. He nodded. “She said when she left, she thought she was doing the right thing—keeping things professional, drawing the line. But after some time, she realized she had started feeling something for me too.” I stared at him, not knowing what to say. This was everything James had once wanted to hear, but now? Now that he had moved on? “What did you tell her?” I finally asked. He sighed. “I told her the truth… That I don’t feel the same way anymore.” I could see the weight of those words on his face. He had spent months trying to forget, trying to heal, only for her to return with the very love he had begged for. But it was too late. “She looked hurt,” James admitted. “She said she didn’t expect to feel this way about me, and she didn’t realize it until she was gone. But… what am I supposed to do now? Go back to feeling what I already buried?” I shook my head. “You’ve grown, James. This isn’t your fault. She had her chance, and she let it slip away.” He gave a small, sad smile. “I guess love is funny like that, huh? The moment you stop wanting it, that’s when it comes back.” That was the last time we spoke about Miss Evelyn. James never mentioned her again. He focused on his life, on his dreams, on his future. And maybe, just maybe, Miss Evelyn learned a painful truth that day—sometimes, love doesn’t wait.