Dear Vice Principal

Dear Vice Principal,

There’s something I need to let live outside my heart for a moment, even if it never lands in yours.

I think about the quiet between us—the way your eyes pause, the way your words linger in the air longer than expected. I don’t always know what they mean. But I know how I feel when they happen.

I’ve told you things that made me feel exposed. I shared that I do like you. That rejection is my fear. I never asked you to reply—not because I didn’t want one, but because I was afraid of breaking the quiet space we had. I couldn’t bear for it to shift or disappear.

And yet, when you laugh at my messages or meet me in the softness of everyday moments, it reminds me why you stir something in me. Something gentle. Something true. You live quietly in my thoughts, and whether it’s mutual or simply mine to carry, I wanted you to know that you’re part of what makes me feel deeply—feel human.

If all this is one-sided, I’ll carry it with grace. I respect you too much to ask for more than you can give. But if, in any small way, you’ve felt something too—uncertain, quiet, or unnamed—I’d welcome the honesty, whatever shape it takes.

Above all, thank you. For being someone who makes me feel. That alone is a gift.

With care,

Teacher D.