It Started...

It started with a sweater.
One that hung off of her left shoulder
and had the sleeves cut at the elbows.
"I can fly"
It read in elegant script.
I smiled.
She was perfect in it.
One couldn't compare

And the way she was standing there,
In her denim shorts that were clinging to her thighs,
She was amazing
Absolutely incredible...
But she didn't know I existed.
She never would...