is she looking for love or just inspiration?

met this woman at a friend’s vineyard event last month. we talked all night, shared books, that kind of thing. she’s a photographer, lives between here and Lyon. since then, it’s been... a lot of late calls, long walks, her taking pictures of me in my kitchen, barefoot, laughing — but every time i try to say, ‘hey, what are we?’ she changes the subject. she’ll say things like ‘you’re magic’ or ‘i’ve never met anyone like you’ but won’t plan anything more than spontaneous visits. my mother already asked if she’s the one. my partner… well, he hates how often she’s around, says i’m becoming a character in her story, not a person. maybe he’s right. i keep wondering if she loves me or just the idea of me — the french girl in her lens, roots in the soil, all that. it’s complicated, as these things are. and i’m starting to feel more like a still life than someone being loved. 🤦 i do laundry, cook, live my life — but when she shows up, i drop everything. that’s not me. not really.