There were nine pictures of him. In there, he had taken off his shirt and with his back facing the camera, he knelt on one knee and fixed the clogged sewer pipe. He even held a toilet brush and lowered his head to earnestly clean the toilet for Miranda Miller. The man had changed the single dormitory room into a couple apartments and bought his luggage to move in there.
The student was so happy and put in a "yeah" emoji and added a text that said, "A man's greatest charm is his ability to solve problems, what should I do? I'm going to love my teacher, Mr. Peterson for the rest of my life.”
Underneath, Charlie even took the time to write a comment and it said, "Then love me forever. I’ll love you forever too. As long as I’m around, you’ll never have to lift a finger to do anything.”
Her friends filled the comments with heart emojis and blessings.
I smiled. If only the man in the picture was not my boyfriend, I might have congratulated them too.
What a shame.
Charlie was not just my boyfriend, but he was also a well-known favorite teacher of the college. Miranda was part of the first batch of art major students that he taught after he became the dean of the college.