Nothing makes a better muse than love, in all its forms and fortunes. Thank you for being my muse for the past few months, you will be missed.
Nothing makes a better muse than love, in all its forms and fortunes. Thank you for being my muse for the past few months, you will be missed.
When you have nowhere else to put your feelings because the one person you want to share them with is no longer listening. Then I thank the gods for inventing the pen.
Love, am I right? What is it about love that leaves us so unsatisfied? What is it about this grand concept - that is constantly being touted as the end all be all that defines our whole existence - that defies our understanding? Who are we in love? Who are we without it? "I don't …