I miss C

It seems though, just takes me to wonder how much i missed teacher. I dreamed of having the same kind of lessons, the same classroom, the same surroundings around me. Yet, when i am awake, everything has gone. It is no longer a shared memory, rather, i has become a story a dream of my own. In daylight, i always believe that C misses me more than i do,but maybe that seems wrong. I craved for the same old caring, the warmth. In the mean time, maybe C sensed that there would no longer be any reach from me. But on my side, i am just protecting myself. Right now, C would be having lessons, with the rest, the ones like were so much like me.