The beautiful teenage goddess smiled a perfect goodbye.
Now resigned to failure, they stared at each other through fixated teary eyes, and both lamented an opportunity missed.
In a gesture of surrender to the inevitability of fate, she leaned towards the window and waved goodbye to her unnamed, unknown suitor.
This vision of loveliness would affect him for the rest of his life, but now it vanished into a Mid-West sunset, like a beautiful princess disappearing into a children’s fairy tale castle.
Standing alone, heartbroken because of his lack of confidence, all caused by a faint heart, he vowed that never again would he let shyness prevent him from taking a chance.
Chastising himself, he whispered out loud.
“The faint heart will win the fair maiden!”
Olivier Cartier, never saw Juliet again.