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She's not there
by blue_iguana at 7/9/2011 11:06:01 AM
We don’t always know what we seek. Sometimes we just know when we see it. The one that we want to wake up to each morning; the one whose voice captivates us; the one we long to touch…to kiss; the one we want to spend all our time with.
I have met many friends here. They are very encouraging. ‘Keep looking’ they say. ‘She is out there. You’ll find her.’
I thought that I had found her. The initial communication was innocent enough. There were the brief courtesy messages commenting on the activities that we were involved in. We would chat intermittently, exchanging ideas about our friends and life. Then, the messages became more frequent. We would exchange ‘good mornings’ and ‘good nights.' Subsequently, we were chatting regularly. We told each other things that others would not know. The talk became more involved leading to suggestion of intimacy. Sometimes she was silent, as she was living her other life. Those moments were the darkness that she brought light to when we were chatting together.
We never, actually met, but I knew she was a beautiful person. She was charming, witty and oh, so sexy! I never, actually saw her (other than a few photos.) But, I had created a vision of exquisite beauty in my minds eye. We never, audibly, spoke to each other. But, I imagined her voice as the sea breeze whispering through the palms here. We never, physically touched. But, I just knew her skin to be smooth as satin and soft as silk, her lips as rose petals!
We decided to meet. We planned to spend some time together. It was so exciting making the arrangements! We discussed, daily, what we would do together. We continued to chat online. She was wonderful, and yet not always there.
I would think of her constantly when she was away from our dialogue. It was lonely without her there. In the silent moments, I became distracted by a specter. I felt remorseful. So, I decided to reveal my fault to her. When I confessed to her, she quickly retreated. Vanished. Not unlike the spirit that lured me into its trap. I tried to contact her…to plead redemption for the mayhem that I caused. She was unresponsive.
Could it be that she, too, is a spirit? Could it be that she is someone that I fabricated in my mind? A dream? Maybe. Who knows?
My friends continue to support me. ‘Keep looking’ they say. ‘Don’t give up. She will come back.’ But, no.
I am still looking. Maybe there is hope? I don’t know. Have you seen her?
Wait! Is that her I see? No. Only a spirit. She's not there.
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