What dreams may come (a Tom Hiddleston story)

"He's also just a man"

"Yes I know it's corny and childish, and I know everyone will say I'm crazy, why do you think I haven't told anyone about it." I say frustrated and look at my sister Alexa.
She looks at me as only a sister can look at you. "Sophia you are 27 years old, you're a grown woman, you ought to find a husband and have children, and not go around sighing for some actor."
"Hard when there are no decent men, when no one can live up to, well up to him, all right, I said it." I sigh resignedly, she will not understand it.
Alexa shakes her head. "He's also just a man, with all the deficiencies other men have, you only see the surface not reality sweetie, he could be a total jerk."
I forbear to say anything, I know that he is not a jerk, he is great, nice, funny and passionate, he does a lot to help others and he's just so genuine.
But as I said, she will not understand it, no one will understand it, other than maybe teenagers and still not, I remember my celebrity crushes at that age, it was not like this.
I did not mean for my sister to have figured it out, she knew of course I was a fan and had previously teased me with my crush on him, but she thought it was just like all the other times we thought a famous guy was hot.
But then she borrowed my ipad and I had forgotten to close my writing program down so she could not help but read one of my letters, not letters as something I'm going to send, just my way of dealing with my feelings for him.
And yes now I get the third degree interrogation from my sister and I sit here blushing and trying to explain to, embarrassed by my own childish infatuation with a man I will never come near.
When the doorbell rings I hurry up and open, happy to get away from my sister just for a moment, it is my best friend Mary.
"Uhh hello Mary, come on in, Alexa is here, we are just talking". I go back to the couch and let me fall down on it with a sigh.
Mary closes the door and comes over and throws herself in the armchair. "Hey Alexa what are you talking about?"
"We talk about how my sister shouldn't waste her time being in love with some actor and she should find a real man instead." My dear sister says.
I rolls my eyes and looks up at the ceiling. "He is a real man Alexa, just a little more perfect than all the others."
"As I said sweetie if you met him you would discover that he is just like all the others, maybe even worse." My sister answers.
Mary throws a pillow in my head. "Let me guess, she shouldn't be talking about a certain tall ginger someone who you can talk about for hours right?"
"What do you think Sherlock ? Who else would she talk about?" I throw the pillow back at her.
And yes, I'm in love with a tall ginger man, a man with the most amazing smile, lips that look as if they are made to be kissed and the most beautiful blue eyes.
A man named Tom Hiddleston, which unfortunately for me is a famous actor who might not live that far away in London, but it might as well be another planet and apart from that he is so out of my league it is ridiculous, even if he had been here right next to me and worked in the local supermarket, I would never have had a chance.
I am, yes, let's be honest rather plump and plain to look at and he is, well at least in my eyes, more than perfect.
It is not just that he looks good, but there's just something about the way he moves and the way he talks, I can sit and watch him talk for hours.
In addition he can sing, he can dance, he has just won a golden globe and he does funny impression, I mean what more could you want?
But I also know that I will probably never get to meet him and if I did he would never notice me, or of course he would, because this is the type of person he is, but he would just see me as one of thousands of fans .
Mary interrupts my thoughts. "Maybe that's what we need to do in the fall, our travel, we go to London and dust up Mr Lover boy to you."
"Well, because I'm just his type, we meet and he must just have me, like in some fan fiction right ?" I am shaking my head.
My sister looks thoughtful and say the last thing I had expected. "Maybe it's not a bad idea, maybe you should do it."
"A what did you just say? Are you serious?" I ask her, we both look at her, Mary and me.
My sister sighed and looks at me. "I just think that maybe if you actually saw him in reality, you would realize that he is just a man and nothing special, maybe he is not even nice."
"I do not really know". I answer, I'm afraid she's right, is afraid he can not live up to my ideas about him, afraid to get the illusion shattered, I just don't need more dreams killed.
But my sister and my best friend are loving the idea, and they are practically already planning the trip.