~Dedication

To all the girls who once carried something deeper than a fleeting crush for their Professor-

To the ones who sat in the front row, hanging onto every word, not just for the knowledge but for the way it was spoken.

To the ones who lingered after class, hoping for an extra moment, a shared glance, an unspoken connection.

For the quiet admiration, the stolen glances, the unacknowledged affection that never crossed a line but left a mark.

And for the realization, perhaps bittersweet, that some affections are meant to remain as beautifully untold stories.

This is for you.