How Does It Feel To Be Someone’s Muse?
Just like Jane Birkin to Serge Gainsbourg. How Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera inspired each other. Or Dora Maar for Picasso. I wonder what it feels to have someone who could see a new dimension of myself and turn it into an art.
I’m not gonna lie. Sometimes I feel lonely which leads me to think about having a companion. A partner. A friend. A lover. It must be the best feeling ever. Someone who shares the same values as mine. A soulmate who could see the best things in me. How amazing it will be?
Oh, to live in movies I’ve watched. We could just sit there together in silence. Sipping our coffee. I like mine with cream, double shots, and no sugar. You could enjoy whatever it is, but I hope it’s coffee. We don’t have to leave the house because we love our home. There are a lot of plants and our kitchen is inspired by Dakota Johnson’s. We could laugh about anything. Silly.
I don’t think I have been someone’s muse. But, if I could have my definition, I’ll say that being a muse to someone is not an easy role. I don’t want to be an object to someone else. So, being a muse for me is to be myself with a companion of the right person. Maybe not now, but we’ll meet. Someday.
Maybe I could spend all day thinking about how miserable I am that I don’t have a partner (a.k.a. a boyfriend). But I choose not to make it a big deal for me because spending time alone is the best thing. Okay, I sound like a freak. I admit that I’m a loner. Indeed, I need a companion, but maybe now it’s not the right time. I always believe that we have to heal ourselves before we decide to commit to someone because it’ll give a significant change. For now, my muse is myself.
