When I got inside, my jaw dropped because his living room is filled with paintings of different kinds, but something caught my eye.

“here you go.” I heard him as he placed the cup of tea on the table.

“teacher…”

“yes?” he saw me looking at the painting and he moved closer. “This is my most favorite painting.”

He looked at me as I silently stared at the painting.

“Because it’s the girl that I loved.”