"Why are you crying?"
"M-m-my boyfriend, br-broke up with me!"
"No, don't cry, I assure you that soon enough another painter will arrive."
"B-b-but, I don´t like a-a-artists."
"I know, but I say 'another painter' because my grandma used to say that the heart was like a white canvas which is painted little by little by the people we love, and now, with your tears, you're erasing the draft that you're ex-boyfriend had painted in your heart, leaving it white and available again so another painter will, soon, arrive to paint a majestic master-piece in the canvas that is your heart."
The end.
