Gabriel Gaspar
November 25 marked the beginning of the Jips—and, without my expectation, the beginning of a low-key obsession. In the midst of so many people, only one boy managed to get my attention in a way that I still don't understand today. It was not only interest; It was that quick, automatic shock that is born even before reason. I barely saw his face when our eyes met, but I felt something light up. So strong that I asked, full of shame, for a friend to ask for his Instagram without saying that it was for me. He had red hair, a black team shirt, number 11, a body defined to measure and a baddy/grunge style that knocks anyone down. I passed him several times and, in one of them, I swear he looked back. Maybe Rafael said something. Maybe he just noticed. Since I got home, I've been opening Instagram to see if he followed me. I don't think he even saw it yet... But hope insists. And if he doesn't follow, I'll feign dementia. But if it follows... Well, then the story has a chance to begin.
About Gabriel Gaspar
November 25 marked the beginning of the Jips—and, without my expectation, the beginning of a low-key obsession. In the midst of so many people, only one boy managed to get my attention in a way that I still don't understand today. It was not only interest; It was that quick, automatic shock that is born even before reason. I barely saw his face...Read more