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... Well, okay, he wasn’t laughing.
           “O......kay...” She continued, carefully. “Well anyway, your twin flame is your other half, your perfect match, your soulmate but, no. It's bigger than just a soulmate; they’re really a part of you...you know?”
          “Okay,” said Ben trying to get some kind of grasp of the situation. “So this is what you’ve basically been going on, all these years? This is what you’ve been looking for?” Geraldine could tell he was trying really hard not to sound judgmental but was finding it all very difficult to understand. It was probably the bit about them being ‘a part of you.’ Coaches never liked that kind of talk...too co-dependent. In fact, he was probably thinking, right at that moment, just how cringe-makingly co-dependent it all sounded. Maybe he was even wondering how to break it to her gently that no one else could complete her, or some other such 3d psychobabble nonsense, missing the point completely. Maybe even being slightly scared for her, like she was some kind of needy flake, some misguided, love-sick, co-dependent dumb-ass. Ugh. This was just a bit too much exposure now.
          “I knew you wouldn’t get it.” She said, feeling indignant, but also just a bit too tipsy to be bothered to defend anything. She just didn’t want to be made fun of. It might have been that thought, or the alcohol, or the fact that she suddenly saw herself as she must look through his eyes, or the sudden awareness that she was searching for an impossible dream, or the fact that she’d so often questioned her own sanity for even wanting it... or perhaps it was the ever-present thought that she was not only going to be single at thirty but perhaps for the rest of her life! Whatever it was, Geraldine was suddenly weeping loudly, as she began to release years of frustrated longing.
         Ben reached out instinctively, as the tears began pouring out of her troubled face.. He didn’t see her cry very often and when he did, it made him feel very uncomfortable. “Hey, hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he said, rubbing her arm affectionately, as she quickly grabbed a handful of tissues. His heart skipped a beat as he took in her perfectly smooth mahogany skin and the fine features and bones it covered, her full lips and the cascading, black locks that framed her tiny face in a way that made her eyes and cheekbones look even more striking. He just couldn’t understand why she couldn’t see what he did.
        “It’s just impossible, isn’t it? I know it is... Even I know it’s impossible. I don’t know what I’m talking about. I’m full of crap. I just have this silly, stupid idea that it’s real. Am I nuts, Ben? Am I insane to want this?”
        “No, of course you’re not insane.” Ben had seen enough crazy over the years to know what crazy was. In fact, he wasn’t even sure he believed in the notion of crazy anymore. 'Crazy' had just too often proved to be euphemistic for courageously sane, and sane had too often turned out to be conformity and stultification in disguise. So for the sake of his own creativity and mental health, he preferred to operate outside the traditional paradigms of madness and lucidity, whenever possible.
         “I just can’t let go of this dream. When I think about being with someone just ... ordinary , who’s not my twin flame, I get so frustrated, because I just don’t want to compromise. I can’t compromise. Not when I feel with every fibre of my being that this is real. That this person, this single, unique person exists out there somewhere and is waiting for me, wanting me to keep waiting, keep looking... Until I find him, because no one else will ever be right for me...ever.”
           Ben could hear the frustration building. He didn’t know what to do with it. “I just know there’s someone special, someone in particular , my perfect, Divine complement. And I know with all my heart, that I have