with raised eyebrows

General observations from more than 10 years of teaching:

Every parent has a favorite. Good parents try to treat every child equally. That does not always conceal which child is the most loved.

Teachers have preferred students/ parents too. I try my best to provide unbiased service for all. Still, there are a few who are dearer and closer to my heart. These are not always the most gifted. Often it's attitude or shared values. Sometimes it's pure chemistry.

Mothers of sons tend to show more vulnerability than mothers of daughters.

Angry mothers are the least rational among all irrational creatures. Their logic is Angry Bird's.

I love you

Sweeter than the sweetest joy I ever imagined
In this crowded world, our hearts have found each other

Suddenly Legit

Remember your late teenage years? Those awful, awkward times, when we didn't know what to do and where to go. During the course we learned that it was not meant to be. Are we not glad it was over. I know I am.
There was a stretch of time when I felt stung with shame whenever I remembered you.
But lately I have straightened my back and realized it was not that much of a failure.
I looked around and saw the fancies of adolescents these days, and recalled how different your likings were. Instead of succumbing to the ridiculous pop culture, you differentiated (non-classical) performers for their art. Instead of worshipping seemingly innocent pretty faces, you went for Victoria's Secret angels and things your mother had better not see. You introduced me to artists before they became mainstream.
In short, the person whom I fell for was not just a boy. You were already a man, budding as you were.
The past now justifies itself. You were not a clever choice, but it wasn't that bad after all.