Picking Daisies on Sundays

“Dani.”

“Yes?”

“You do deserve it, to be loved. You deserve it more than anyone.”

Her hips my altar and her lips my religion.

“Because when you find out the person you’ve been in love with for your entire life loves you back, you’ll spend the rest of your life making up for lost time.”

Daisy. The way her hands gripped my hair and the way her waist felt under my grip. It was home, she was home.

“Because when you find out the person you’ve been in love with for your entire life loves you back, you’ll spend the rest of your life making up for lost time.”

“So you think my hair always looks stupidly perfect?” he asked.
I blushed before laughing.
“I hate you,” I muttered.
“You love me,” he argued.
“I do,” I succumbed.

He smiled back. “Say you love me,” he murmured against my lips.
Without a second thought, I said, “I love you.”

Hi Levi. I wanted to apologize. I wanted to apologize for throwing Paris on you like that, you didn’t deserve that. I should’ve included your opinion in my decision because that’s what a friend would do. But honestly, it wasn’t a decision I thought I would agree to, it was spur of the moment. But that’s not what this letter is about. What I really wanted to apologize for was lying to you this past month.
Being your friend has hurt as much as it did in high school, because friends aren’t supposed to love each other romantically. And I do. I love you. I love the sound of your voice when you’re worried. And I love the way your hair always looks so stupidly perfect, even when it’s messy. And I love the way you make me feel; like my heart is about to take off down a runway before catching air. I love it all. But I know how you felt in high school, and I don’t expect that to change.
So yes, I’m leaving again, and I’m sorry for not being strong enough in this friendship to suppress my feelings for you. But I can’t look at you any other way. And I can’t be there to watch you fall in love again, because it may just
kill me.
I’m sorry. I’ll send Sarah and Jeff a wedding gift and explain why I can’t come.
Love, Daisy.

I’m so grateful for everything I have in life, I am. But when I see you, all I can think about is how much better life would be if you were mine. I’m so infatuated with everything you do, from the color of your lips to the way you slide your hips back and forth when you dance to the way you twist your earrings when you’re upset or how you blush when I touch you and how you breathe when I say Daisy.”

“You love me?” I whispered. His shoulders relaxed and his eyes went weak with desire.
“I love you more than my heart can physically handle.”