Here's some backstory for this one, hope you don't get bored:

This guy's name is Emilio. He was my history teacher back in middle school. He's the reason why I still question my sexuality since then. He was a single father in his mid-fourties, he may not have been the best teacher out there but he was a really nice guy.
I don't know what he had but I started to have some feelings for him. The only thing that I didn't like about him is that he smoked a lot. Of course a 15 year old boy dating an old teacher might be considered wrong, so I couldn't be anything more than he's friend, wich I was.

He died from a heart attack 2 years ago...