Blank Canvas — Persephone Autumn

I want her more than my next breath, but she can never be mine.A year ago, I met her the first time. The fair-haired beauty at the flower shop. The mysterious woman that watched me from the window and sparked my artistic muse. I didn't learn her name then, but she was always there. In the periphery. Until I had to say goodbye.Out with a friend a year later, I spot her in the crowd and can't take my eyes off her. Though I should stay away from her, I find every possible way to see her. To spend time with her.I shouldn't want Shelly Reed. Shouldn't lead her to believe we will ever be more than friends. The more I push her away, the more she lures me in. With her radiant smile and affectionate heart, Shelly gives me new life, purpose, and captures my soul.I should let her go, but am too selfish to do so. I need her. More than my next breath.