Muse.

Someone told me that you and I were a sure thing, that we had the chance and that we would look good together. This wasn't news to me, because I knew it from the moment I laid my eyes on you. I remember because I sought you out a few months after we had met. Every moment felt right and time spent with you was magical. Yes, magic, that's what it felt like.

The walks we took under the night sky, talking about nothing, laughing at what we'd said, then looking forward to the next time we'd do it again and the moments in between felt like something pulled out of a good romance novel. You were the reason I smiled when my phone rang and I saw your name. You were the reason I looked up at the stars. You were the reason I fell in love with rainy days. Slowly, very slowly you became the reason I put down words on paper.

My first muse. Perhaps my last, yes I should think so. For a moment we were a sure thing, but then that moment is gone. Blown away by the wind of change, never to return.

When I fell in love with someone else I found myself thinking it should've been you. I wanted it to be you, but it wasn't. And even though my heart lay with him, a small part of it longed for you. My heart broke a few years later and he was gone and miraculously I had forgotten about you except on the days when it rained, and those weren't many. The stars didn't seem all that beautiful anymore. Everything was bland until the day you came back a year ago and we tried to recapture the moment, lord knows we did but the spark that had once shone so brightly had dimmed till it finally died.

I think on some days, that we should have gone out for that coffee.