it is impossible, of course, but it happens nevertheless. you look at me, shaking your head, saying, Emeralda, if i was only a bit younger, I would come with you.... your eyes meet mine and we both know it is true and i smile, with a tinge of regret and agree. I know I say, I know.
it seems such a great divide, and so many possibilities too, what that all could mean. in the end it will be what we make it.
as you say goodbye your hand holds my smaller back and i feel like falling through soft clouds. the quality of our encounters has changed since the last time you say and i struggle for words to explain that they have always been as wonderful for me...but you say, I like the way it changed and again I can´t help but just nod my head smiling, agreeing with you. my heart jumps every time i see you. i am so glad to see you. whatever it is, i am so glad to know you this time.