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“I’ve been alone for most of my life,”
“And then I met you,”
“I made your life crazy,” I whisper.
“Yeah, Dais. You made it fucking crazy, and I’ve been so crazy in love with you.”
“I go two days without seeing you, Dais, and it fucking kills me. I never thought I’d love someone this way.” His hard eyes almost soften. “I never thought I could, but you’ve made me love my life more than I ever fucking have. I can’t even imagine spending the rest without you.”
“Wait,”
“You want a family,” I remind Ryke. My voice breaks at family. I blink once, and the suppressed tears slide down my cheeks. Hot trails, dripping off my jaw and chin. His features toughen, making sense of why I stopped him now. “Don’t, Daisy.” “I may not be able to give you that—” “It doesn’t fucking matter,” he says passionately.
“You need to be sure,” I say quickly. “You have to be sure. We can always wait, to see if I can have a kid first. You don’t have to commit in case I can’t.”
He cups my face with both hands, tugging me closer to his body in a forceful, Ryke Meadows way that says listen to me, sweetheart. “I fucking love you.” Tears build in his eyes. I’m crying more, and his thumb brushes my cheeks. “All I need is you.”
“You’re my family, Dais. And if it’s only the two of us in the end, I’d be just as fucking happy.”
“I love you,” I say with a tearful smile. “I love you so much.”
While wrapped in his arms, he murmurs deeply, “Will you fucking marry me?” My smile widens. “Yes.” There is no other answer in my heart than this one.
“Hi, it’s Daisy. Not Duck and not Duke. Definitely not Buchanan. I’m a Meadows. If you haven’t misdialed then leave your name after the beep, and I’ll call back when I return from the moon—”
“Do you remember what I wrote in your journal?” he asks. “The part in Italian.”
“Ti rispetto e ti ammiro così tanto, amico mio. Mi hai aiutato ad essere altruista.” I respect and admire so much about you, my friend. You helped me be selfless.
so I suggested our Favorite Sayings from Ryke Meadows. My favorite: I fucking love you. Willow’s: I don’t fucking understand Tumblr. Lo’s: Fuck you, you fucking fuck. Lily’s: Fucking fantastic. Rose’s: No means no. Better yet, fuck no. Connor’s: Connor Cobalt is a fucking narcissist.
“I’m tougher than you think. You just need to believe in me. You know, like a fairy.”
And I think, Lily Calloway is very, very magical.
“Will you walk through shit with me?” “Every fucking day of my life.”
I intake Daisy’s soul-bearing smile and whisper, “Senza di te, il cielo non ha sole.” I cup her cheek with my free hand. “Without you, the sky has no sun.”
“This is why we’re living,” she whispers. “For these moments, right here.” I told her something similar. Way back when. In Costa Rica beneath a waterfall. “And where’d you hear that, Calloway?” I brush her tears. “From someone very, very handsome.” “Have I fucking met him?” “Oh yeah,” she breathes. “He’s right in front of me.”
