In the three years I knew you, we must have exchanged a total of 30 words. Always held back by my silly fears we hardly spoke at all and yet, I became obsessed with the way you made me feel. The mystery of you, the hopefulness, the nervous anticipation of each new day I would see you, being innately aware of the space between us, but most of all it was the way I always caught your eyes on me. What did it mean? If anything at all. The curiosity plagued me for years, but I relished in the madness. Because of it, you became forever my greatest muse. Always inspiring me, filling my head with words of poetry. Except, you were nothing but an idea and I fell madly in love with my own creation.