Sunday, 31 March 2013

In Praise of Beauty


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.

Friends.

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.

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12 comments:

  1. Snowbrush31 March 2013 at 21:14

    Great post on a subject I've never seen blogged about, at least not so directly. My experience is that we die slowly to so many things, to our looks, our physical strength, being comfortable in our bodies, sensory acuteness, and, as you had reference to, to a generation that exemplifies everything we have lost; a generation that doesn't find us nearly so desirable as we find it.

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  2. Joe Pereira1 April 2013 at 10:48

    Beautifully put, Snow :)

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  3. Anonymous1 April 2013 at 11:03

    Is there anything you can do to change the situation? Go back?

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    1. Joe Pereira1 April 2013 at 13:38

      There's nothing I can do about it Dicky - I don't think the feelings are reciprocal :(

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  4. Optimistic Existentialist1 April 2013 at 14:10

    Some of the best love stories are the onces that never happen...

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    1. Joe Pereira2 April 2013 at 12:37

      Yeah Keith, and I don't like it :(

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    2. Optimistic Existentialist4 April 2013 at 12:37

      But at the same time, love knows no bounds so you never know my friend...

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    3. Joe Pereira4 April 2013 at 14:39

      I refuse to give up hope :)

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  5. Michael Powers2 April 2013 at 06:56

    I knew a girl like that. Beautiful, smart, her whole life ahead of her. She even gave me an opening. But there was something else. Vulnerability, and a lack of life experience. (She may have had some daddy issues). No matter how good my intentions, I would have only done her harm. She would have ended up hating me. And that I could not bear. So my fondness manifests itself in more of a paternal fashion as I view her life from a thousand miles away via FB. Still, if there were gods, I would curse them daily for the distance between our birthdays.

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    1. Joe Pereira2 April 2013 at 12:41

      It's sad, as you say. Maybe the bitterness seen in so many "older" people is a result of similar experiences :(

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  6. Nessa Locke2 April 2013 at 14:07

    oh, how I feel for you, Joe. She does seem beautiful. And true friends are rare, rare things. Be happy.

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    1. Joe Pereira3 April 2013 at 13:54

      True Nessa - and I am happy - could be a bit happier though :)

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