Her name was Rapture

I once fell for a girl called Rapture. She worked at a boutique. I fell in love with her the instant I saw her. She stood there with such style. But she never talked. She just stood there. Every week or so she would change her clothes and switch to a different pose maybe. Gosh if only I could get to know her. I managed to get her office number, yet she never returned my calls. After a while I got frustrated and gave her up. I heard she started dating another guy and he’s a model. That makes sense. I’m too ordinary for her I guess.