Something got me to thinking.

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I wrote about a woman I knew, loved, who could see.  She was real.  Could... see, as in as psychics see.  As mentioned, I feel, or... see through feelings... of others.  What I meant by that is, I... sense things, through human emotions.  Everything, or most, of what I "see" comes from humans, on an emotional basis.  Or, through my emotions?  It's... odd.  Not all things I see could be presented from human emontions.  For those things haven't happened?  Some don't involve humans.  But... it's... the idea.  Maybe it is filtered through my emotional senses?  While she would see events, things, people, places plainly.  She might or might not have an emotional response, but that... is different.

We... met... through our various sights.  Initially hiding from each other.  There is bumping uglies, then there is... bumping minds.  Oh, I know there are others out there, who see.  But meeting one?  Or becoming known as one, by anybody?  You learn to hide some... things.  For some of us, many things are to remain hidden.  Seeing is one of them.  Even, or especially, from others who see.

In any case, after initial terror, on both sides, curiosity got to both of us.  In part due to the extreme fear, and resembled responses?  In time we met, more personally, privately, explored our gifts, minds, then bodies.  The pleasures we knew, I would guess, will only be known in heaven.  Though there was the physical, if that was... quite... the lessor of the things.

Our gifts, shared, combined, were... incredible.  There aren't human words for it.  For so few humans have these gifts, and fewer still every meet, let alone love, another of their ilk.  Humans?  So we thought at the time.  What else was there?  In a secular world, with secular eyes, educated in a "rational" worldview, there wasn't seemingly an option.  Even if it was more common, there wouldn't be words.  Transcendental, is what I would call it.  Only a mutual one.  I believe the Hindus, one of their schools, or orders, or whatnot, delves into such.  But, even then, I... don't think they could come close.  But, they at least hold it as a religious ideal.

Anyway... something nudged my mind to remembering her, in all the ways I knew her.  As mentioned, she saw, while I felt, everything.  When we combined... the world changed.  I don't think I, she, or the world, was quite ready for that.  I wonder if she was a carnate horesman too?  It was before I allowed such things to be thought, so didn't look.  Can't... find her... with my mind anymore.  Just... remember how things were.

Crawling into each other?  Yes.  Yes, absolutely.

The memories, so fresh for being so old.

I hope you have found someone, for a while, who even touches this.  Though, maybe not.  Maybe it is just too much.  But I do remember her.  Not sure what... causes me to remember, dream, day dream, and else, her, so powerfully, from time to time.

Ah?  Watching my life flash before my eyes, but taking decades to die?

How... funny.  In a way.

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But... she is still out there.  Hiding, maybe.  We can do that, you know.  Why do I say that?  She... responded... before I even published.

I suppose I'll just publish now.  I wasn't... sure I would.  Meh, women.