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Ten minutes later, he broke my heart. And I didn’t see him for four years.
‘Daisy?’ Levi asked. Levi Coldwell. Levi Coldwell was standing in front of me.
‘There wasn’t a guy at that school that deserved you,’ he said, briefly glancing at me before returning to the road.
He beamed warm light that a summer night sunset couldn’t have even crafted.
Love
Do you hear that? That’s the sound of my heart knocking against my chest at the sight of you
‘Sorry,’ I whispered. Apologizing for touching him, I reiterated, ‘I should’ve asked.’ ‘Don’t say sorry, you don’t ever need to ask,’
‘Everywhere we go, people are infatuated by you, looking at you and yearning to talk to you. I…’ He paused for a long moment. ‘I am infatuated by you.’
‘You intoxicate me, Daisy. The scent of flowers lingers on you everywhere you go, and I always want to follow,’ he murmured against my neck.
‘I’ll buy you flowers every day for the rest of my life if it makes you this happy.’
‘I want an all-consuming love. Not one that suffocates, but one that makes me so thankful that my chest feels physically overwhelmed with emotion. To have this silent, unspoken communication with a person through touch and gazes.’
‘I want to be noticed in a crowded room. I want to be the only person in a crowded room. I want to be wanted, truly wanted, and desired. I want to laugh and to sing and to dance with someone and not feel self-conscious over it because I love them and I’m confident that they love me. I want to be touched and kissed and held, because I’ve forgotten what it feels like… and yet, I think I deserve it.’
‘That’s it! That’s it! Picking Daisies on Sundays.’
‘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.’
