After the day, I started to visit him everyday.
He was full of happiness everytime he saw me.
He told me about his life. He told me about how he lived alone for ages. How he spent centuries reading books.
I loved visiting him.
I loved the way he talked.
I loved the way his face brightened up when he saw me enter his house.
I loved the way he smiled
I loved the way he smirked
I loved the way he laughed
I loved the way he cried
I loved him.
