This is the end of the world as we know it

- And are you taking it seriously?

Henry did not know whether he was taking whatever it was that relationship seriously. It was very strange and meaningless. He knew he liked Sophia in a very good way. And the jealousy he felt when he saw Luke’s messages on her cell phone was not from someone who does not care. Maybe it was all about how young she was, perhaps the whole situation about not being allowed to tell anybody about their relationship. Something was making the relationship seem to be unreal. And Sophia, who always said to be unconditionally in love, suddenly, seemed to be cheating on him. So, after all, he did not know what to think of it.

- We are taking it easy.

- She’s younger, right? You always liked younger woman.

- Yeah, she is younger.

- What’s her name?

- Are you trying to test if she even exists?

- I just asked her name.

- Sophia.

- Beautiful name. I hope she can give you everything I couldn’t.

- Loyalty? It is not so hard to find people who don’t cheat.

- And you … you like her? I mean, do you love her?

Henry did not respond immediately. He had to remember the whole story from the beginning. Not because he wanted to, but because the question made him travel in time. He remembered when Susan was young as Sophia. Remembered her smile and how good he used to feel by causing it. He remembered how easily she used to cry and laugh. The desperation at the end of each semester from college. The hugs, the constant company, excessive zeal. How all his friends - including Fred - wanted to date her. Then Sophia popped into his head, with her rare smiles and laughs. He had never seen her cry, yet he had seen her suffer. How mysterious was that girl, who was not afraid to yell her feelings, and yet he had no idea what was in her mind. In the end, he had no clue about what was true and what was not about anything she had ever told him. So how come he could miss her so much? Sometimes, he could feel like a part of him was missing. An incomprehensible piece. It was like losing his shadow. Perhaps that was the great magic about Sophia: Unlike Susan, who always declared her love and always demonstrated this beyond any doubt, Sophia was a constant doubt. Her actions were way too different from the feelings she claimed to have, giving him insecurity. Insecurity that only made him want more and more of that girl, to find out who she was and what she thought.

- I love Sophia. - Henry replied - I don’t know how to live without her anymore. I as far as I can tell, I just stopped caring about how stupid this is.

aeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee *_*