mr. underwood.

bless him.
he came and sat next to me today,
wanting a chat,
about how my life was going at the moment.
then he asked about the exams i've already done,
i explained and he then proceeded to give me a little speech,
telling me how proud he was of me,
how he'll never lose his faith in me,
how it broke his heart to see me cry,
and how he knows i'm only ever going up in the world.
honestly, it was the cutest speech.
his eyes were welling up,
and it was such a different moment.
not awkward, just different.
i mean, my parents have never even had that sort of conversation with me.
i think all i'm trying to say is that it meant a lot to me,
knowing that at least someone's proud of me,
how someone believes in me.