The poet loves to write about her muse . Every verse that she writes fits with the words he said to her. The artist loves to draw his muse  in silence. In the silence that they both love to have, one time or another. The journalist makes comments about him in every interview, As if she was talking with him in that moment. The architect loves to construct buildings for her. He spends day and night trying to search for something similar to her beauty but he knows there isn’t an

Maybe was the last time? If loving you was easy, why does it hurt me? I watch you leave all the time, but this time it hurts. It’s like I...