I had strong affections for my lecturer - at first I thought it was a girly crush, but I don't know...something tells me its more than that. He's gone now doing his PhD in Europe and there isn't a day when I don't think about him.
He was about 27 when I met him - so there wasn't too much of an age difference btwn us (8 years) but I never got the courage to take it beyond a student-teacher relationship, simply because I didn't know how he felt towards me. He was kind and understanding to me and seemed to pay more attention to me in class or wanted to talk to me a bit longer and about stuff other than study when I asked him a question (this was in his staff room of course, not in class - people would talk). But that was it. He never flirted and was otherwise very professional.
He wasn't married - didn't even had a girlfriend. He didn't smoke, drink and although his parents were rich, he was a "self made" guy - took himself through his bachelors and masters degrees - and he only lived with his parents when he was doing his bachelors. I think that was all the help they ever gave him. He graduated with honours.
He was very independent, honest and kind - very gentle and he was very very intelligent. I could see a great future for him and when he was leaving for Europe I so really wanted to keep in touch with him but couldn't open my mouth. he didn't offer any contact information either and so we left it at that. He isn't coming back, at least not during the years that I will be in Oz. I wish I had asked him to keep in touch.
*sigh*
Just my burble - I thought this thread was an appropriate place to post my story.