My original muse.
Upon the meeting of their eyes his heart sank deep into the ocean of emotions that we call love. He remembers the time his chance was there, how he felt inside, how her touch felt, on his skin. The way she made him feel when they would just sit there s he read out loud to her, and how he saw her look at him when he glanced up from the book to see if she was still even there. His heart filled with a joy, appreciation and happiness unlike any he had ever felt before. Sadly a time like that had to end sooner or later. He still remembers it all, but he doubts that she even has the brink of the memory to this day. I have changed so much since then, i have went into the deep corners of my heart and found the passion of writing which she originally gave me, even though i never told her. But first in these later years have i started to master my craft. She will always be my original muse. She was my first inspiration to pursue this locked away passion. Many of my scribblings and works till this day still contains at least a small part of what she initially inspired. I thank her for that like i would thank every other muse i have had even though she was my first.