H/C Drabble - Teacher
Teacher
She teaches you things you would never admit. Nor would you ever tell her -- or anyone else.
Patience -- you've never had, you're mind always firing off one question after another often before the first is answered, like Indy Car synapses speeding off at the sound of the starting whistle...
Compassion -- you lost it somewhere along the line of you life. Who knows? Maybe you never really had it. But now you start to see pain and fear and love and happiness in others and in their eyes... and sometimes it becomes yours. Yet you still can hide behind your cold eyes.
But you hold these small teachings close to you, quiet secrets. You've begun to learn that every thing is not a question or a puzzle, and that not every puzzle has an answer. Sometimes, just sometimes, you have to live with that. Especially is you want to live with her. And love her. Because you do. And that itself is a puzzle. And that has been her other lesson... love... unrequited love. It is a lesson you're still learning, step by step, every day, just privately happy to wake up to the scent of her sleepy hair and another day, regardless of the day and what it brings. Because you are learning, and each day is a lesson.