You gushed about your girlfriend, and I could feel my heart cracking by the edges. I wanted to be her. I wanted to be yours. 

But I knew that you were meant to be mine. It was amusing how easily I was convinced by the soul mate theory when I first gazed into your big, hazel eyes. I hadn't believed it before I had met you. 

You were the beginning of my viewpoint, the muse to my melodies.