Life goes on. I wait, lonely for that girl to come back. I watch kids cram through the hallway. I see kids getting books from their lockers that describe the pyramids. I see girls looking at mirrors inside their lockers as they put on mascara. I see a school year continuing, no different than before.
I feel as empty as ever, as if every day that I spend empty, my longing grows louder and louder. It is funny how that works. You would think that the longer I am without a student, the quieter my yearning would become, muffled by despair. But that despair only seems to make me louder. I cannot be like this. I cannot be alone.