TheOriginalGrimm

In 8th grade

I had this Science teacher. 
People didn't like him because he wasn't relateable and alays acted cold and without feeling. That year, I was struggling with depression and anxiety.
One day I felt an anxiety attack coming on, so I asked him if I could go to the Guidance Counselor's office to get a hold of myself.
He brought me out in the hallway, hugged me, and told me everything would be all right.
             
                                                                        -Mr.L, you gave me hope.
 

& I don't know
what the spaces between the seconds are called. but every night before I fall asleep, every painfully miniscule second I sit in school, every waking moment, every dream I have, revolves around you.