The Aftermath of a Storm

I am still slightly high as I write this.

Tonight you rejected me. It was harsh, and to the point. But we're still friends. I suppose I should take what I can get and be happy with it. Alright then. I will. I'm not giving up on you though.

You brought me out of writer's block and inspired so many angst-ridden posts about you. So I'll keep on looking at you, and thinking of you, and writing of you until I have milked you of all your creative worth.

And then I will find another muse.