Not often do I find someone who can impress me immediately. If I’m desperate enough I’ll create the desired image of whomever I’m currently “seeing”. If I’m patient enough I’ll find their true self (in which case I’m very likely to stumble upon incorrigible flaws). I realize that something can be learned from just about anyone, and as a result I settle. It’s not that I don’t believe I deserve better; I just have a less serious approach with people. I’m very passive, and in order to get under my skin you must first get into my psyche. 

But a couple nights ago I had the most pleasant encounter with an exquisite aesthete; and suddenly I’ve went from having my feet on the ground to having my head in the clouds. I must have been hit by lightning at some point because I can feel an electrical current all throughout my body. 

Finally I’ve met someone who evokes thought, inspires progress, and encourages imagination. A muse! Though I fear the magnitude of my exuberance, considering that nothing ever works out in my favor; I can’t help but to anticipate the future insight and ecstasy.