Well, everybody, autumn is slowly creeping up on us here in Sydney, meaning that Christmas is getting steadily closer. Typical. Anyway, today we will talk about the twenty-eighth story in Aberrant, entitled, Such Possible Love. This story I wrote to express to others the experience of having a woman always in one's head. Let me explain.
I have mentioned Elizabeth before, here in these posts, a woman that I am still madly in love with after over twenty years. Trouble is she's very upset with me at the moment, and has been so for decades. Thus, my solution has been to telepathically communicate with her, the closest I can get. So far. This story then was written to let others know what it's like living entirely on one's romantic imagination, especially when it seems so real.
Of course, some of my friends have told me that I am obsessed with Elizabeth. I prefer devoted. Like Will Benton said, more or less, in Trollope's, The Benton Estate, 'I can only love the one woman. Her or no-one.' Like Will Benton it does seem very shallow to me to fall in love with more than one woman.
Anyway, I am still these days telepathically communicating with Elizabeth (usually when I am very intoxicated), and I have also started begging here forgiveness on Facebook Messenger, in the real, non-telepathic, world. Wish me luck!
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