Sofia is a friend from Madeira; a friend I happen to miss a lot.
I may even miss her much more than I should.
We chat a lot on FB. She is funny, bubbly, adorable and...extremely beautiful.
Up until recently Sofia had no idea how I felt about her. She didn't know I miss her more than I should. Why should she? It's not as if I was in a hurry to announce my feelings.
After all, Sofia belongs to a different world. A world I can only dream about but never dwell within. A world of different generations.
I do allow my mind to wander, from time to time, and often imagine her in my life. Foolish and futile, of course. After all my life's journey is more than halfway through; hers is merely starting.
And what if she were to fall for me? How would I feel? I can't even begin to contemplate the idea.
How I wish I could turn back the hands of time. And belong to her world.
I adore her. She is so alluring, charming and radiant and a joy to be with.
We are friends - and that's all we'll ever be.
I write these words with sorrow in my heart. Reality is often painful.
But reality is where I exist. And reality is also where inconceivable dreams are crushed and implausible hopes dashed.
But inconceivable dreams and implausible hopes are, at times, all one has.