Jeremy and SarahAll the pretty things in the world, and none compare to you.He saw her and he thought she was beautiful. She saw him and he struck her like a man strikes gold. She was the stars, but set on fire.He was the moon, cold and distant (to her).He had seen her several times before,Always the same. She hated that, the same. She wanted to be different. He tried so hard to fit in it hurt. The polo shirts squeezed his neck and clawed at his breath. The stilettos slaughtered her feet. All in the name of fashion.She was pretty.He was boring. Yet still intriguing. He hated that about himself. He had no intrigue. She was a