No, she doesn’t need to be an “artist”
She could be the one who shares good reads from Thought Catalog.
He could be the travel buddy who is brave enough
to say that he felt loved by you.
Or a dance buddy who risked losing his identity on the dancefloor,
and make you rethink the alignment of stars.
She could be the eccentric who loves great films.
After encounters, you’d find yourself pregnant with words
that fly away too quickly so you need to grab a pen.
They’re all good for your soul, for your art.