It might not be me and him. It might not be love beyond the existing. But by god, I have never been more inspired, had more of an explotion inside me with pictures, ideas, writings that just need to get out.
It is not important what the outcome is - what's important is the feelings that are surfacing and giving me a thrive to make art. Fuckit, I need more people like that in my life. I need more stories.
In a way he became my muse without realizing it. Let's make art, bitch.