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When I was sixteen or seventeen I believed a woman had spoken to me psychically. I was stretched out to the sky, atop the West Chester Municipal Garage, home from Milton Hershey School on Christmas break.

I was desolate, and a voice came to me. She spoke in emotions, not words, and asked me to stop weeping. She said I would grow up and out of my condition. She would wait for me, and watch over me.

I was full of shamanism, and felt convinced the voice was real, a person somewhere who knew me through time and across state lines. I vowed to keep my virginity for this invisible woman. I kept this vow for two years, but more because women didn't like me than for my chasteness. I waited and believed in the voice. I asked myself: is this her? when I yearned after a woman.

Four years later, I turned 21, and realized: I was crazy, and that woman was purely from my own mind.

It was hard to let her go, but she left peacefully, no longer at home.