Part III

At first, I didn’t get along with some teachers and I never thought that they would now be the most important people in my life. But they have become one, and they manage to make me laugh even when I’m depressed. When I’m with them, I know that I am safe and that they are there for me. I’ve grown fond of them, and it’s exactly what I never imagined. However, there are other sides to attachment. Negatives, not so rosy sides. Especially young students may have difficulties in this regard, because they do not yet know what love is or what attachment is. It happened to me too. I was still young, and thought I had fallen in love with my teacher. I was horrified. Of course, I was. I didn’t know that it wasn’t about love but about attachment to the teacher. But at thirteen, I couldn’t understand the complexity of these emotions. At sixteen, however, I finally understood what was happening then and that all these emotions were not love, but rather attachment to the teacher. It took me a while to figure it out, but now I finally know what these feelings were. The younger version of myself was unknowingly traumatized by past events, which made her seek comfort in the presence of a certain person who became an anchor in the stormy sea of my youth. The memories of her kindness and her great reaction when I told her I was “in love” still remain in the recesses of my mind, like fragile petals preserved in amber. Her words, spoken with gentle wisdom, continue to resonate within me, shaping my path and guiding my steps through every dark moment. She was the first teacher I became fond of, and I must say that it was certainly the most difficult of all the attachments I had. Maybe because she left. I don’t know, I don’t care anymore, I’m just happy to have had her for two years. The bond with the teacher is so incredible and yet so draining. The bond and trust I have with my favorite teachers is second to none. However, I feel like I am completely dependent on my favorite teachers. I feel the need to constantly talk to them about certain things, but I don’t want to be annoying. Attachment to a teacher does not mean being in love with one’s teacher. It’s seeing them as a parental figure. We admire them, we idolize them. The love you feel for them is not the kind of love you feel for a partner. Maybe those special teachers were the first to make you feel good about yourself. I owe a lot to all the teachers I have been close to: my smile, my happiness and much more. All of this came back thanks to them, thanks to their help, their guidance and their love. They have always been close to me and helped me with many things. Most of the teachers I became fond of were close to me in the most traumatic moments. They took care of me no matter what and always listened to me, something for which I can never thank them enough. Even though we parted ways and became estranged after her departure, her impact on my life remains profound and lasting. I am motivated to study French only because of her words, which still echo in my head. Every day I strive to honor her legacy by giving the best of myself, now…