There is something beautiful growing within these stone walls. A fire licking the roof, burning as bright as the sun. My love for her knows no bounds, and yet, grades and tired eyes make us hesitate. The students giggle and point, eyes sparkling with glee, but their taunts aren’t the issue. I see the coffee stains on her blouse and the messy scribbles on essays. Even when the moon has risen and I walk through these empty halls, her room still glows with a faint lamp light. Every minute is consumed by her duty. So noble, so strong. But she needs her happiness; as do I. Every night is spent worrying over my children, red pen like a wound on their paper skin. I wake up with my lipstick smeared across my cheeks and a weight on my brow. We have no time for the foolish game of love. Our duty calls. I suppose this must be our tragic ending, a fairytale crushed by an anxious boot. Despite all that will separate us, our love can at least flourish inside our classrooms. Despite all that will separate us, I will forever love my dear Elise.