• Intro •

She was the girl in the magenta sweat shirt the other day.

The one who simply asked for the time and was on her way.

The one with a gasper dangling between her gentle finger tips with a red-lit tip.

The girl who walked with confidence down the sidewalk with the clicking of her heels following.

The girl who I would soon enchant and admire as the days developed through time.

The girl who I would loose my life for in a matter of seconds.

But also the girl in the magenta sweat shirt is the reason for my return once again.