French Fries - Part 3

As the days passed, it was finally time to go back home. I was a little sad that my school vacation was coming to an end and wanted to stay in that magical place forever, but at the same time, I was also a bit excited to talk to Giovanna in person. The trip back also took two days, and I wasn't a fan of staying so long inside a warm car with nothing to do. Even with the stop in Belo Horizonte, it felt like torture. But eventually, I was back in São Paulo.

Soon enough, I was back at school again. I didn't like it much, to be honest, as people that age hardly do, but it was much better than staying home with my father. I waited patiently for Giovanna, and when she arrived, I went to talk to her. But this was different from talking on the internet; I was actually nervous. I knew it was normal to feel nervous when talking to beautiful girls, but Giovanna wasn't even that pretty, at least not in the traditional sense. Some would even say that she was ugly.

However, I knew that she could be as pretty as any of the popular girls from school; she only needed to take better care of her appearance. She had everything going for her: she was slim, had a long hair, and a pretty face, so she just needed to dress better and have more confidence. That's all. And despite not being the prettiest girl in the class, I was as nervous as if she were the prettiest girl in the universe because I could see the beauty that was hidden inside.

I managed to talk to her, and we picked up where we had left off in our online conversations. We used to sit far from each other, so the only times I could talk to her were before class and during the break, but she would usually spend her break with some other girls. Months later, I still hadn't made any progress. I was so nervous about messing things up that I didn't even try to take things a step further; I never even mentioned that I liked her. She was also too shy to try anything, so we were in a stalemate.

At the end of that year, I left the school. My father and I were moving into a new apartment he had bought, and it was way too far away. On my last day, my only regret was that I had never told Giovanna how I felt about her. I had plenty of time on my hands, and yet I wasted it all. I had lost my only opportunity, I would never get another chance... or would I?