I'm not quite sure what is happening to me, but lately, I’ve been feeling inspired. The type of inspiration that can only come from a muse.
And this time, my muse comes in the form of a very unique man.
He's different from the rest.
He shows me exactly the right balance of attention.
He helps me remember that I'm a woman.
He practices a type of old school chivalry, that makes me giggle like a twleve year old school girl.
He seems to see the parts of me I thought were long hidden under piles of baggage.
I'm willing to see myself through his eyes.
I'm willing to practice a little acceptance.
I'm willing to stop looking over my shoulder for the past to rob me of the present.
Who knows how long this muse will share his inspiration.
But I intend to enjoy every moment of it.
1 comment:
Lovely. This man sounds just right. Then again, perhaps it is you that is just right and he only helps you to see that.
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