Cindy stood up and grabbed hold of Becky’s arms and rattled her bandaged arms.
-“Listen to me, once and for all Becky. You will tell your shrink that you made the whole thing up, only because you craved your husband’s attention. Do you understand? Even if you have to fake being sane, you will do this – today! Not only is your life at stake here, but also your soul! Do you want to damn your soul to hell?”
- “Cindy, this is true love, we are nothing without true love, don't you understand? If God is a loving Being, then perhaps… perhaps our dammed souls may be granted amnesty someday. For this is irrevocably the union of two soul mates. My true love is damned to a lonely existence in that old house – he needs me, as I do him.”
-“Listen to me, once and for all Becky. You will tell your shrink that you made the whole thing up, only because you craved your husband’s attention. Do you understand? Even if you have to fake being sane, you will do this – today! Not only is your life at stake here, but also your soul! Do you want to damn your soul to hell?”
- “Cindy, this is true love, we are nothing without true love, don't you understand? If God is a loving Being, then perhaps… perhaps our dammed souls may be granted amnesty someday. For this is irrevocably the union of two soul mates. My true love is damned to a lonely existence in that old house – he needs me, as I do him.”
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- “If this is true love, Becky would he not want the best for you? For you to be happy and healthy, and to enjoy life? Think about that!”
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- “If this is true love, Becky would he not want the best for you? For you to be happy and healthy, and to enjoy life? Think about that!”
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- “Love can be selfish too. We want to own the object of our affection, we want to populate his or her thoughts, invade their body, heart and orchestrate his or her emotions. We want them to love no other more than us. What is your definition of happiness Cindy? Acquiring material possessions? Sure our bodies need clothing, shelter, food. Yet, we are not this...Cindy this is not our essence!” Becky said this as she placed her palms over her chest.
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- “What could have led you to this Becky? I’ve known you since you were six years old, what could have brought you to this breakdown?” Cindy said as she shook her head.
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- “Every step I’ve made, including marrying Martin has been for the sole purpose of reuniting my self with my soul mate. Otherwise, how would we have bought this old house, do you see what I mean? As to how this all started…you know Martin left me alone for stretches of time, during his frequent business trips. One evening when I took a nap, I felt this presence…as if I knew I was not alone.
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Then it evolved to actually feeling a whisper-soft kiss on my lips, or a pressure on my thigh, or a dent on the mattress. At first I thought I was just imagining things. Then when I had no doubt, I was terrified; I did not dare move, and pretended to be asleep. Then other things happened. Like the stereo tunning on by itself to a beautiful love song. A song that touched my heart. It was as if he spoke through those songs. Then, he started visiting me in my dreams. I saw him there first, then I remembered his eyes; and I knew we had met before.
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Then, it happened that the times I had sex with my husband, his face lost its focus. It blurred, and my love’s image took form, and I started making love - tender love to him. The dimension of our love making totally shifted, because I was not making love to my husband you see, I was fantasizing about the ghostly usurper. It was beyond a physical release...it was a joyful union of souls, a coalescence of spirits and of undiluted, pure love.
Then, it happened that the times I had sex with my husband, his face lost its focus. It blurred, and my love’s image took form, and I started making love - tender love to him. The dimension of our love making totally shifted, because I was not making love to my husband you see, I was fantasizing about the ghostly usurper. It was beyond a physical release...it was a joyful union of souls, a coalescence of spirits and of undiluted, pure love.
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Love so strong can make one do strange things because it is a basic necessity to our being - to love, and be loved. It is similar in intensity to the love that drives nuns to renounce all material possessions and a life of their own, for their love for Christ. True love, is a powerful thing indeed.
Now, I can see him clearly, as I can see you. He sees me for who I truly am. I can’t hide anything from him. He is in my thoughts, soul, and dreams. He sees the best side of me, my real essence, and he adores me, imperfections and all. The pain of being apart is too immense Cindy... I’ve acted sane most of my life, I’ve conformed most of my life Cindy, I don’t want to anymore….if you love me Cindy, don’t you want me to be truly happy?”
Now, I can see him clearly, as I can see you. He sees me for who I truly am. I can’t hide anything from him. He is in my thoughts, soul, and dreams. He sees the best side of me, my real essence, and he adores me, imperfections and all. The pain of being apart is too immense Cindy... I’ve acted sane most of my life, I’ve conformed most of my life Cindy, I don’t want to anymore….if you love me Cindy, don’t you want me to be truly happy?”
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- “ Mr. Taylor I am sorry to stress the importance of incrementing the dose of medication to your wife. She is still a highly probable suicide risk. With the higher dose, I am confident she will be more docile and manageable. The other option, for she does seem as she is in need of constant surveillance, would be to check her in in the state asylum for an indefinite period. I guarantee you that with proper treatment and rest there, she will be placated and controlled…for her well being that is, until she proves fit to be a member of society.”
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image: Eros (Love) awakes Psyche (the Soul).
