One of my Prof at the Uni has been hitting on me all of last year. It was even obvious to my classmates.. He sent me 8 emails, all casual, like checking if I have a book of his etc in December alone.( When Uni was closed) I didn’t respond to any of his emails, hoping he gets the message that I really am not interested.
Yesterday was my first day back to Uni. He must have known what classes I was taking, plus he also knew I am a creature of habit and that before going to my class, I always go to the campus coffee shop to buy Cappuccino with extra chocolate.. and he was there at the Coffee shop..
I only had 10 minutes before my classes started and in that few minutes he let me know that he and his partner of 2 decades are separated.. as if that was the final act from his part..that should swing my feelings for him..
As I walked back to my class.. it occurred to me..
You can choose where you want to study, what you want to study, even where you want to live. But you can’t chose who you love.
So even if the prof is well renowned in the academic circle and is exceptionally intelligent and well read, I don’t love him. I will never be able to love him. Because I love someone else.
“When love exists, nothing else matters, not life’s predicaments, not the fury of the years, not a physical winding down or scarcity of opportunity.”