Wesley Andrews was the type of man who made you feel like you were the sun and the stars and everything beautiful hiding on earth. Like you were the first flower to bloom in spring or the color of the sky when the sun kisses the sea goodnight. He made you feel like he held the Galaxy in the palms of his hands and it was made only for you. Wesley Andrews made you feel like you were the Galaxy. His Galaxy. Your body was a series of constellations that he happened to have the map to. Wesley Andrews wasn't afraid to explore the uncharted land that no one yet dared to set eyes on. He didn't limit himself to your moon. He knew there were planets in you that were still dying to be discovered. There were stars you had still destined to fall and Wesley Andrews was the type of man who was determined to wish upon one. Or two. Or thousands. Wesley Andrews was the love of your life. Wesley Andrews was obviously a lot of things. One including, your teacher.