Secret Love Affair

He was the most perfect person anyone could have ever asked for. His brown curls felt so soft to the touch, and he had a pair of the most vivid green eyes that never failed to sparkle in the light. Not to mention just how his smile could've lit up an entire room all on its own. I could spend all day long just admiring him. Just being able to run my fingers through his curls whenever we watched late night movies together, or just staring at him from across the table as we shared a bucket of fried chicken together. God. What I wouldn't do to replay the moment right before he leans in to kiss me when his cheeks start to turn a pinkish color from blushing so much. His best feature, by far, has probably got to be the way he automatically knows what's wrong with me just by looking at me. I still haven't a clue how he does it. Either my smile would be a little off, or my voice just sounds different, but either way... he can tell. It's kind of cute, actually. Just knowing that someone could care that much for me that they noted enough about you that makes you happy that they can tell when you're upset; that's what love is. That's what I love the most about him. About us. We're perfect. Perfection. There's nothing wrong with him. With us. Nothing at all. We're two perfect soulmates who were made for one another. Well. There may be just one slight problem with us.

He's my English professor.

But that's just one slight flaw. I am a college student so it's not like anyone is underage. Hell. He's young. There's hardly even a single generation gap between us. Oh. Well... there is one other thing.

He's also technically married.

But I swear I didn't know about the married part when we first met. I swear. It isn't like he was wearing a wedding ring when we met. Hell. He even promised me that he'd break it off as soon as we can become public. Apparently, he married straight out of high school to some high school sweetheart he thought was going to be the one forever. Times change. Things change. Obviously. He met me. Clearly, that "high school sweetheart" wasn't as forever as he had expected her to be.

I know. I know. You're probably already thinking, 'Marie, how the hell do you always manage to find yourself trapped in yet another one of these messes? Haven't you learned from the last situation?' Even I can't even understand why I keep finding myself attracted to these sort of men. It's always the same situation. They're in some miserable relationship. They meet me. Suddenly, I'm the one they've always wanted to be with. They promise that they'd break it off with the other woman in order to make our love official. I'm still waiting for the guy to continue on with that promise. I won't lie, though. It is fun while it lasts, though. The most unfaithful men always happen to be the best kind of men... in bed, that is. Oh. Did I say too much? Oops. Honestly, I'm sure I just love the risk of being with married men. It's pretty hot just thinking about the other woman finding out about me. I get this sort of rush that just somehow manages to pull me closer towards him.

How'd this happen, you may ask? How did I ever manage to fall in love with my (married) English professor?

It wasn't that hard. It wasn't as if I began the semester expecting to just fall in love with the first professor I laid my eyes on. Originally, I stayed after class one day just to discuss bringing up a bad grade I had received on a test we were just given back. I swear. But as we were talking, I couldn't help but notice how his eyes kept scanning me up and down. He couldn't stop himself from blushing anytime I leaned over his desk to ask a question. Suddenly, I was stopping by his classroom every afternoon to "discuss my terrible, terrible grades". Eventually, I started showing up without my books to talk with him. Soon enough, one semester ended and he was already promising to end his marriage for him. Next thing I knew, I was a sophomore in college and had fell so deep in love I didn't even care that he hadn't followed through with his promises. I just wanted him. Only him. Even if it meant having to share him with another woman.

Love-Struck - adjective : lovestruck

experiencing intense feelings of romantic love for someone; besotted or infatuated.

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Thank you for taking the time to read my story. I've had this fictional story saved in my drafts for about a couple years now stuck on serious writers block, so I decided to unlock it from the box of drafts and shorten it from some fictional story into a prologue beginning of a story instead.

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