Sophie

Sophie was the kind of girl I didn't have the guts to ask out, even though I could have. It wasn't as if I didn't match up with her; perhaps the only thing she was that I was not was athletic, but I can honestly (if not modestly) say that I possessed the rest of the attractive qualities I listed for her. No, more problematic to any sort of romantic involvement was the fact that we were close friends, and were, the both of us, secretely concerned with the possible demise of this good friendship. That beind said, my level of desire for her ranged from merely-interested to full out longing. We never spoke of this to each other, but I heard whisperings of it through mutual friends, and can only assume that she heard the same. The link between us was like a stack of wood soaked in kerosene, firm in its place yet waiting and fearing a spark.