I sat at my desk deciding to write a story on Darcy. Darcy was my muse, she was my inspirer so what greater way to write a book than to make it about my muse. I begin writing not a blank thought in my mind.
My dearest Darcy, I'll take my lips and I'll kiss your body. I'll kiss every freckle and birthmark that dances across your skin.
I huff before picking up the paper and throwing it in the bin, Time to try again.
Before you Darcy, I did not find comfort in hazel eyes. They change and with my mind, I thought the person who has them would be forever changing too, then came you and looking into your intimidating eyes I found home.
I read the page once more before throwing it into the bin with the millions of other pages I've failed to like.
Darcy if I could describe you I'd describe you as blue. Not a colour but more of a feeling. You see, you can tell stories that never end. Like a perfect blue sky, you're too different to be treated the same.
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