I am so emotionally involved with that girl. If someone told me she was crying two years ago, I would have called Lily or Rose to deal with it. But I want to be the one to protect Daisy. I want to be the one to hold her in my arms. I want to comfort her until she reanimates in pure fucking happiness. I don’t want to miss a day with her. I don’t want to be here while she’s there. And I can’t take back these feelings. I can’t go in reverse. I just drive forward at a hundred and fifty miles per hour. I’m racing towards her when I should be slamming on the fucking brakes. I know how to stop. But
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