Oh, Gene... I had no idea you felt that way. I'm just your teacher, and you're... you're just my student. This can't be, can it? But your eyes... they tell a different story. And mine... mine ache for what I've lost. What will become of us now?
Oh, Gene... I had no idea you felt that way. I'm just your teacher, and you're... you're just my student. This can't be, can it? But your eyes... they tell a different story. And mine... mine ache for what I've lost. What will become of us now?