Title: "James and the Woman He Could Never Have"
James was just 17 years old, a quiet, intelligent boy in SS2. He was not the loud type. While other boys chased girls in school, James had his eyes on someone else—Miss Ada, the new English teacher.
Miss Ada was young, beautiful, and full of grace. She spoke English like music, and whenever she taught, James would watch her lips move, not even blinking. He didn’t know when he started falling for her. It wasn’t her beauty alone—it was her kindness, the way she believed in him, encouraged his writing, and smiled when reading his essays.
One day, Miss Ada called James after class.
> “James, your story was beautiful. You have a gift. I’m proud of you.”
That moment stayed in his heart. From that day, James began writing poems and love letters, but he never gave them to her. He just kept them in his notebook, pouring out his feelings in silence.
James didn’t tell anyone, not even his best friend. But his heart was heavy with love he couldn’t express. Miss Ada, of course, didn’t know. She treated James like a bright student, nothing more.
On Valentine’s Day, James did something bold. He placed a rose and a poem in her drawer during break time. It read:
> “Your voice is the reason I love English.
Your smile is the reason I believe in tomorrow.
But your title—‘Miss’—reminds me I’m just a boy in love with a dream.”
Later that day, Miss Ada called James again. Her tone was soft, her eyes understanding.
> “James, you are a sweet soul. But some loves are not meant to be. I am your teacher… and you, my student.”
James nodded, his heart aching. But he smiled. He respected her even more for how gently she handled it.
Years passed.
James left school, went to university, became a writer. He never forgot Miss Ada. He even dedicated his first book to her:
> “To the woman who taught me more than English—she taught me the meaning of impossible love.”
Title: "James and the Woman He Could Never Have"
James was just 17 years old, a quiet, intelligent boy in SS2. He was not the loud type. While other boys chased girls in school, James had his eyes on someone else—Miss Ada, the new English teacher.
Miss Ada was young, beautiful, and full of grace. She spoke English like music, and whenever she taught, James would watch her lips move, not even blinking. He didn’t know when he started falling for her. It wasn’t her beauty alone—it was her kindness, the way she believed in him, encouraged his writing, and smiled when reading his essays.
One day, Miss Ada called James after class.
> “James, your story was beautiful. You have a gift. I’m proud of you.”
That moment stayed in his heart. From that day, James began writing poems and love letters, but he never gave them to her. He just kept them in his notebook, pouring out his feelings in silence.
James didn’t tell anyone, not even his best friend. But his heart was heavy with love he couldn’t express. Miss Ada, of course, didn’t know. She treated James like a bright student, nothing more.
On Valentine’s Day, James did something bold. He placed a rose and a poem in her drawer during break time. It read:
> “Your voice is the reason I love English.
Your smile is the reason I believe in tomorrow.
But your title—‘Miss’—reminds me I’m just a boy in love with a dream.”
Later that day, Miss Ada called James again. Her tone was soft, her eyes understanding.
> “James, you are a sweet soul. But some loves are not meant to be. I am your teacher… and you, my student.”
James nodded, his heart aching. But he smiled. He respected her even more for how gently she handled it.
Years passed.
James left school, went to university, became a writer. He never forgot Miss Ada. He even dedicated his first book to her:
> “To the woman who taught me more than English—she taught me the meaning of impossible love.”