Wednesday 6 October 2010
Only 81 Days to Go.
I have the idea that it would be nice to send all the treasured – if distant - people who comment on this blog a Christmas card. But that would mean asking for addresses, and who the hell would give their address to this bloke-who-says-he’s-from-England-but-might-be-a-stalker-from-the-next-block? It wouldn’t be very sensible, so maybe I’ll have to make do with a blog post when the time comes.
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Loved the story. But Sheona disconcerts me. Do you regret how it ended? That it ended?
I make a point of never regretting anything, Dominique (which is easy to say and slightly more complex, but generally true.)
S had a reputation for being bright, Bohemian and carefree. I recognised that she was troubled on the inside, and I think she was attracted to somebody who could see a bit deeper.
I'm sure that, had a full blown relationship developed, it would have been very difficult and short-lived. What's more, the following year I met Helen and she became the most important person in my life. That might not have happened if the affair with S had worked out differently.
Why the dreams continued down the years, I don't know. But they stopped after I wrote the story.
Who's Helen? I recall you mentioning her before.
See a bit deeper? And the actor compassed that feat?
Helen is my ex. We were together for eight years. When the romatic/sexual thing faded with other partners, the women involved went out of my life. Not so Helen. If anything, we're more deeply bonded now than we were then. If I have a soulmate, she is probably it. She lives 40 miles away in Nottingham and we see each other occasionally.
I think I wrote the above quickly and gave the wrong impression. I suspect S was attracted to ME initially because I saw deeper than others.
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