It all started with my first - the one who inspired the first poem I ever wrote; and then, over the years, there have been others whose names now sometimes get stuck in my head as well as in my throat. It has always been hard for me to move on - to resign myself to the fact that my relationship with some things and with some people has now been and is now gone. Whenever I meet someone new I never anticipate ever saying goodbye... whenever I know that it might be the last time that I get to see someone who I love I always feel sad and I always want to cry. If someone has inspired me that means that there is something profoundly special about that person... if I have fallen for someone that means that I made a connection with them than for me can never be undone. If things were once good between someone else and I then that must mean that there must have been something wonderful between us at one time - especially at the beginning... even when some things ultimately go bad that does not mean that everything that happened should make you feel as if you wasted your time - because what you went through was unbelievably memorable and deeply meaningful and inspiring. Even after a heart breaks love lingers on... even after you lose someone the memories that you shared with them continue to mean something to you - sometimes long after you thought them to be lost. Your first is never your last... you can never hide from your past... we all have our own individual version of a story that only we can tell our side of... we all know what we have to sacrifice when we find someone who we instantly love. I have loved... I have lost... I have been inspired... I have felt fulfilled... I have felt the pain of lies... I have felt the most powerful force known to man - love - in times of utter darkness that has given me hope, happiness, and light - and it is to those people who inspired me, once upon a time, that I wish to pay tribute to: those people who gave me a gift that I will never forget and who to me will always be a muse.
