100 Love Letters I'll Never Send (The Psychic Link of Love) (c) 2017
When you spend a a lot of time with someone you become connected. You know all their physical quirks, Like their body language before arguments. The different vocal tones that imply their liking/disliking things. You’ve done so much together, been around them so much that you are used to a physical routine. You actually feel sick when they aren’t around. All these things of love sickness. Of course, the two of us were in a psychic link. When we were physically separated by we continued feeling each others emotional/spiritual pain. Pain was all we had left.
How many like me. Carrying on like this for years. This ain’t
love no more. It’s something else. “Yea it had to be something else,” I remember I mumbled under my breath at the site. Sergeant First Class Toro took me with him to see
what happened. What happened was a soldier found out his Korean girlfriend was
pregnant. So he decided to kill her and killed her son. The young son was in a
small human remains pouch at her feet. For some reason the human remains pouch
didn’t conceal her face. The face stayed in my mind.
The love we lived is now dead. Thus, I chose. Did I choose
to associate death with love? A part of you dies when you see a human body
being as an empty temple. I’ve heard some become desensitized. Others?
Then I find the rough drafts of a book I wrote on copy
pages. I remember this one. I had just gotten out of Army rehab for alcoholism, in 2002. I was writing about a guy that wanted to commit suicide but didn’t have the
gumption to do. Therefor, he started manifesting death in his life. It’s also a
love story. Click here to read it
I was trying to break a psychic link between you and I.
When you spend a a lot of time with someone you become connected. You know all their physical quirks, Like their body language before arguments. The different vocal tones that imply their liking/disliking things. You’ve done so much together, been around them so much that you are used to a physical routine. You actually feel sick when they aren’t around. All these things of love sickness. Of course, the two of us were in a psychic link. When we were physically separated by we continued feeling each others emotional/spiritual pain. Pain was all we had left.
I hope I broke the psychic link between us. I know I did harm to you.
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