To all the girls who once carried something deeper than a fleeting crush for their Professor—

To the ones who sat in the front row, hanging onto every word, not just for the knowledge but for the way it was spoken.

To those who found poetry in their lectures, charm in their wisdom, and warmth in their presence.

To the ones who lingered after class, hoping for an extra moment, a shared glance, an unspoken connection.

This is for you.

For the quiet admiration, the stolen glances, the unacknowledged affection that never crossed a line but left a mark.

For the lessons that shaped you—not just in academics but in the way you saw the world, and maybe even yourself.

And for the realization, perhaps bittersweet, that some affections are meant to remain as beautifully untold stories.