Standing on the corner, he waited for her to pass. In one hand he held a beautiful bouquet of roses, in the other he held his heart.
Five minutes had passed since he last looked at his watch. He was late. In the meantime, he began to think: “My dear, I don’t know where to begin. Perhaps at the beginning, but today I see that seeing you is the most precious thing I have. When you pass by in the morning through the grass of the meadow, my heart palpitates, trembles, beats for you. I woke up today and mustered the courage to face my fears and ask you to be my girlfriend. Will you be my girlfriend?”
A long time later, at the end of the street, she was walking with a young man on her arm. He had a firm gait, a handsome face, and an irresistible scent. He passed by me and didn’t even notice me, I thought. But something was whispering in her head:
“Why did it take so long? Why did she only decide to make a move now?”
Standing on the corner, he wept. He was afraid, and this fear would steal his dream, his love.