My muse. The one I held close as an inspirational whirl of thought.
I realized late last night, that I didn't like him
as much as the idea of him.

And I no longer hurt over that idea.

1 comment:

Melee said...

That's wonderful! :)
My problem always was, I knew full well in my head that my dream of him was different than his reality but it took years before I fully realized that in my heart.