I am madly in love with a ghost and he encourages me to write our story. Then I remembered, dammit this is a movie and she was writing his story to save her ass so they could stay together. I watched it half asleep. This tale has already been told in 1947. You can read a synopsis here:
Sometimes, I feel like my ghost is aloof. Maybe he has a ghost girlfriend or worst a ghost wife. He wouldn’t be cheating if he was happy. He visits me like a mistress, but gives me unconditional love when he is present. He makes me think and control my demons, my jealousy, my inpulses, my depression. It hurts that I can only love him and guide him on his journey until I join him. He’s completely nuts, because he know I’m married, but hey why would my husband be jealous of a ghost. He’s unbelievably sexy and carries his soul in his eyes. I just have to live for the days or dreams he makes himself appear. I am certain we were lovers in a past lifetime.
I’ll write more about my ghost affair in the future, but for now you need to watch the movie. I love watching old black and white movies. Love affairs that relied on correspondence, test of time, and separation with no cellphones and no computers. Just pure emotions on paper.
But hey, I’ve got a ghost boyfriend who appreciates my beautiful mind now. This blog is musings of a mad woman.