Whenever he recalled her name, whenever he remembered her face or her voice, for the moment that they had lived together, to her smile or the softness of her body, it was like a bat-signal for his erection and as a kriptonit for his thoughts. He couldn't stop thinking about her or just get away from everything that reminded him. Everything was the first time he was with her. Only a mere greeting in him could have triggered an emotional storm, and the only smile he could cure was any illness he might have suffered.
He knew that he would fall in love again, and now he was inappropriate. He was married almost fifteen, and he could not complain about marriage with his wife. She was a great woman, and she was a support, companion, and partner. He couldn't leave her, but he didn't want his student to.