Daisy Haites (Magnolia Parks Universe, #2)

by Jessa Hastings

It’s why Daisy’s such a nice distraction from it all, she’s like this reprieve from all this shit my chest feels choked up with all the time. And I know it’s not the same with Daisy, I know that I love Parks and not her, it’s not the same, it doesn’t feel the same—I know what being in love feels like and it’s not this. It’s too easy with Daisy to be love. It is good, though. And it’s weird, I float between being in my head about Daisy, thinking about everything I say to her, everything I want to say, all the things I want to talk to her about, and then when I’m with her I don’t really think of anything. Daisy’s that feeling you get when you’re floating on your back in a pool and there’s so much fucking noise around you until you put your ears under and it all goes quiet. That’s how she feels to me. I’ve probably fucked it up with her anyway because I couldn’t just tell it to her face that, actually, there was a reason why it was bad that she’s sleeping with Romeo. I should have told her I don’t want to share her with anyone. I hate sharing in general, but I especially hate sharing her. I’m done sharing her. I don’t know why I couldn’t find the words to tell her that—I wish she was here, but she’s not, and she’s not texting me and I know I should text her, be the first one to make the first step to us talking again, but I can’t. I’ve spent too many years giving a shit and trying to be close to a girl who doesn’t want me. I can’t put myself out there how she wants me to, bec...

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