Sarah's POV
I walked into the classroom, and Kelvin looked at me, surprised, then he glanced down and said, "Mrs. Wistold."
"Did it hurt?" I questioned him, and he furrowed his brow. "I mean your heart."
"I did what you wanted; I don't mean any harm to Kim... I wish her well," he answered, turning to leave.
"Love? What teenagers experience, a thirty-year-old woman like me hasn't," I chuckled, and he stopped on his track.
"But Mr. Wistold loves you."
He loves Elma and not me. I suddenly crave to love someone and to be loved, but maybe I am getting old and love is no longer for me.
"I agree. You know the meaning of love, but do you think Kim knows?" I asked, and he stayed quiet.
"Take a time out; go accomplish your dreams... Make the sky your limit. And Kim will be busy doing that; if, after two years, you still feel the same for her, then that's love."