Category : Stories

Sub Category : Romance

I was sitting on the bench with my notebook and pen
Just a curious writer looking for his muse
You were sitting on the grass with your notebook and pen
Just a free painter looking for her muse

The way you ran your fingers through the grass caught my attention
I tried to imagine how it would feel if you ran your fingers through my hair like that
After staring at you for some time and writing nothing, you noticed me

Hesitation. I was about to look away but I decided to study your gaze
I have to be honest, I could tell you were slightly uncomfortable with me staring
But I could also tell that you weren't looking away either

After a second, you turned towards me and began to draw. And I followed your lead and started to write

I couldn't help to smile and then you started to laugh. My [muse]. 

What is she painting? What should I write about? Is it okay to be distracted by your muse? 

She stood up and I quickly did too. Then she pointed at me and told me to go to her

Frozen. I could not move. She laughed and told me to go to her. A cloud covered the sun and the pressure was lifted from my eyes, I could see her better. I walked towards her

"Want to see what I drew?"
I blushed and said "Yes"

It was a red balloon floating in the sky. A balloon. She could tell I was confused and laughed again. "Do you see how lonely the balloon looks? Floating in the vast sky by itself"
I cleared my throat, "Yes, I do"

And then she looked me in the eyes and said "don't ever let me go"
Frozen again. Processing. My curiosity had definitely been satisfied for the day

"What did you draw?", she asked.
"I didn't draw anything; but I wrote something." I handed her my notebook

She looked at the page and began to read it out loud. "I was sitting on the bench with my notebook and pen..."