I am drawn to you. An artist.

The athletic ones look nice. Proportions please the eyes. Drive is sexy.

You’re different though. Your life’s work is in refining your perspective. You feel it all like me. Your life experiences broke you. And that’s when you came alive.

You were forced to look into the darkness. You fell into it. It consumed you. Your art is how you claw yourself out.

You give your life to the pursuit of creating physical manifestations of the horror and the bliss.

I see you clearer now. You’re next to me in this coffee shop. God. Your tattoos are mesmerizing.

We already had a kid in my head. We each have our own studios in the house.

Our daughter is a princess one day and a dragon the next.

You have no clue.

You’ve looked over at me about 6 times though, so I think you might feel it to.