You were in college, you were 21 years old, and you were studying design, you had a subject that was technology, and you were in love with your teacher..

His name was Walter, but everyone called him Keys, he was 29 years old, and he teached basic technology, and also as a programmer in a company..he was, sweet, kind and understanding, polite and gentle. You loved him. Today you stayed after class because you asked him for help with some homework and he was taking a look at it, his glasses on as he read what you wrote and what was your idea for the project..he nodded slightly as he read it, while you were just admiring his face, how he seemed concentrated, his soft messy brown locks, how he placed his hand under his chin to support his head slightly as his head was slightly tilted to the side, how he smelled of some natural light men perfume..