Not long ago...

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I called.  Her.  I wasn't sure I got through.  I didn't know if she ever knew I called.  Her phone is set to a message, suggesting the client, or some such, is not available to receive the call.  It has been that for some great deal of time.  Since... pretty much since I moved in.

There is no indication of who the phone line would connect to.  No name is given.  I am not sure if the number is with a primary phone company, or just a Walmart instaphone.  Nothing.  So, I... really have no idea what just happened.  Then I started seeing... old songs, and a few new, crop up.

Now?  I am all but certain.  Not even sure they are from her viewing, or... just... how things work.  Life is odd for ancients.  And, no, it isn't always, or even often, how it seems.  It's not that I don't think coincidences occur.  It's more that, at some level and point, they can't be the answer.  This is one of those times.

Oh... well... just a few.  Less than twelve hours after, and the flood continues.  As mentioned, just a few of the dozens, scores?  Maybe someone is just scraping through the barrel, looking at the oldies.  But the targeting is... impressive, if so.  As mentioned, at some point coincidences aren't possible.  It is at that point.

We each thought each other a monster.  We both love monsters.

Something I said to her many times in our last years.

While she told me to get out of her head, I wanted her out of my bed.

If neither of us wanted any such things, it... was how it had to be?

Yes, I still think of her.  Her body.  Though not just that.  Her.  I am pretty sure I am not the only one.  And, not always just when I call.  I sense her, and a few others, from time to time.  The times are getting rarer.  Age will do that.  When we first met, she couldn't keep her hands to herself.  Now, it's her mind she can't keep off me.  If only because I am out of reach.  And only from time to time.