I want her more than my next breath, but she can never be mine.

A year ago, I met her the first time. The fair-haired beauty at the flower shop. The mysterious woman that watched me from the window and sparked my artistic muse. I didn't learn her name then, but she was always there. In the periphery. Until I had to say goodbye.

Out with a friend a year later, I spot her in the crowd and can't take my eyes off her. Though I should stay away from her, I find every possible way to see her. To spend time with her.

I shouldn't want Shelly Reed. Shouldn't lead her to believe we will ever be more than friends. The more I push her away, the more she lures me in. With her radiant smile and affectionate heart, Shelly gives me new life, purpose, and captures my soul.

I should let her go, but am too selfish to do so. I need her. More than my next breath.