“I like you best,” I told him, and he smiled at me, halfway happy. “No, you don’t,” he said. “You like Daisy best.” “Not anymore.” It would be true in a while. I would make it true. I would tear her straight out of my heart if I had to, and fill the hole she left behind with paper flowers. “Besides,” I said, “you never liked me best either.” “Oh, I love you,” Nick said regretfully as my hands tightened on his shirt. “It’s just that my love only goes so far.”
