Love Coming from the Least Expected

I didn’t know how Christopher could have known that I used to love painting. My tears fell relentlessly as I gripped the brush tightly, sobbing my heart out.

No one knew how much I loved and yearned to paint again. All of my love and hope for painting could be seen in Autumnal Panorama.

That oil painting took me two whole months to complete. After that, I sent a picture of it to an online friend called Key, who complimented it and told me that it could really be worth something.

At the time, I thought so too. The art teacher I’ve had since young had always told me that I was very talented and even felt sorry for me when he learned that my drawings didn’t get selected.

Someone called and I saw Christopher’s name on the screen. I stayed silent after picking up, so Christopher started speaking first. “Why are you so quiet? Did you forget me already? It’s only been a few days. That’s kind of sad.”

handle of the brush in between my fingers. Even though it was just a normal paintbrush, the

know what to say,” I said softly, almost getting

wrong? Did you cry?” Christopher asked both urgently and

head and asked, “Are you mad because I didn’t pick up your calls the past few

that short-tempered. Since you asked, though, you should tell me why you didn’t pick up my

gentleness and love in his voice alone. How could I bear to bring up

matter what they had going on between them, I could only feel gratitude

it came to Christopher, just like how I was with Lyle. If they treated me well, I was willing to

sprained my ankle, so I was in the hospital when you called me and couldn’t pick up,” I said, trying to

leave you alone at all, can I? How many times have you gone

was way

barely count all the small burns, sprains, and minor injuries that

I would spank you for being so careless,” Christopher said in

had become part of our bedroom activities and usually ended up getting pretty heated. He always said it was the best

a pause, I asked, “Did