Alexander and Venus began to grow close as friends, and found each other quite likeable. Venus was surprised about the fact that she had grown a certain liking towards Alexander. She found him funny, smart and very charismatic. On the other hand, Alexander found Venus impeccably beautiful. He would describe her as a fallen angel walking with elegance, a beauty hidden in the dark. He was slowly falling in love with her.
Slowly, but surely.
He would take Venus on small 'dates'. She didn't know they were dates, he just told her they were going to hang out and have fun, but to him these hangouts meant so much more. He took her to picnics in fields of lavenders. To carnivals that allowed Venus to let go of herself and fly like an angel in the sky.
Alexander was happy, because he was slowly making Venus change into a happier, better person. He does this without knowing her demons, without discovering her secrets. He told himself to wait until she's ready to share, wait until she is ready. He wanted her to be happy, because when she's smiling the whole world stops to stare at the smile that makes diamonds look cheap.
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the art of love
Short Storya short-story of a love and a connection that could not be broken.
