Have you ever feared meeting someone because you know you will be nothing to them? Yet so suddenly they have become everything to you...
Oh, my muse, I have found you once again. I had forgotten how lovely-tormented you can be. It's true you'd be perfection if I didn't always find you in all the wrong places. How do I reconcile what it is you do to me?
How will I go on without ever knowing you and with you knowing me to be nothing? You are a truth I can't deny and a memory I must never forget.