Her

He looked at her, for a bit longer than is considered normal and appropriate, while not falling into the category of creepy.  Nothing was said, he just stared as she slept soundly.

She was his.  Not in an ownership kind of way, but in the kind of way where one gives everything up for something wonderful.  Love.  Marriage.  Life.

He was a fan of ‘what if’ scenarios, and wondered what life would be like if he had never married her, never taken the chance six years ago with his best friend.  If he had stayed simply friends.  He saw a life void of creativity, void of a muse.  Void of meaningful relationships with other people, as she had brought him out of his shell.  What he was most shocked at was not what he saw missing, but what he did see.  Nothing.

He realized that no scenario could be built without his life being brought together with this muse, this companion in life.  He was created for it,  there wasn’t a piece of him that he didn’t owe to her.

Though he never learned anything specifically for her, she was his inspiration for it all.  He learned music as an escape, and she provided a path to that freedom. 

He smiled, and for a second laughed quietly to himself, hoping it would not wake her.

He wouldn’t change anything.