To be Equal to the Angels
And, oh, we had a love that even the seraphs envied.
I knew I was wrong, that I had a problem as soon as first laid eyes on her. She had only caught my eyes because she was beautiful, that she had such a pretty face and the golden hair that fell in waves down her back. But from then forth, I needed her, even though she had a boyfriend; I needed her, even though I was ten years older than her; I needed her just like I needed air. She filled my thoughts, my dreams, my lungs.
I just couldn't help myself.
Inspired by Vladimir Nabokov's Lolita.