This is not exactly “a love story” ...but a story that could have been about love.only if, Victor wouldn't have been the looser he is.
So once upon a time there was this very beautiful girl (read: hot chic) that lived just four blocks from where dandy stayed with his folks. Victor was like all in awe of her..the feeling was mutual.the girl also liked dandy. Whenever Victor would return from school he would find the girl standing on her balcony they would steal glances..and pass smiles at each other.
The girl didn't try to approach and speak to dandy because she thought she was a girl.
Victor wouldn't try and put a talk with her because dandy thought he wasn't like other boys.
Days passed into weeks ..weeks into months.At home dandy kept thinking about her.Thinking of the day when they would talk for the first time.It all excited him very much .He finally had a purpose in life more importantly a purpose to go to school,a reson to defy gravity and wake up early.The same ritual would happen each passing day except public holidays.
Finally the bubble burst..one day to Victor's surprise the girl wasn't in her balcony...she was standing at the gate waiting to talk to Victor. Victor saw her he hesitated he became nervous..he felt illprepared and Victor FREAKED OUT. He showed his back ,didn't turn around and took a different longer route towards home. All through the distance victor kept cursing himself for being such a SCHMUCK.
Victor couldn't sleep all night long.
The next day while coming from school Victor kept praying the girl would be there...
the girl wasn't in the balcony..she wasn't at the gate either....and forever thereafter....