yours sincerely, daisy. - taylor swift

30

Taylor had been staring at the envelope for what felt like hours. She had found it waiting for her in the mailbox, the moment she stepped out to go for a walk. It was strange, really—no one ever sent her letters anymore. Everyone knew to text or email her, and yet here it was: a physical letter. Her name was written on the front in a familiar, careful script, the kind she hadn't seen in weeks.

Her heart skipped a beat.

It couldn't be.

She stepped inside, closing the door behind her, and held the envelope like it was something fragile, like it might shatter if she moved too quickly. She knew it was from Daisy—there was no one else who would write to her like this, no one else who could make her hands shake just by seeing their handwriting.

For a moment, she thought about throwing it away. Pretending it never arrived, that it was just some mistake. But she knew, deep down, that she had to read it. She owed Daisy that much, at the very least.

With trembling hands, Taylor tore open the envelope and unfolded the letter. Her heart raced as her eyes scanned the first few words.

Dear Taylor,

She could already feel the weight of it. The words Daisy had written—they were thick with emotion, heavy with everything they hadn't said to each other.

As she read, a lump formed in her throat. Each word hit her harder than the last, cutting deeper, filling her with a kind of ache she wasn't sure she could bear. Daisy had poured her heart onto the page, every line soaked in memories of their time together, all the stolen moments, all the times they had laughed, loved, and held each other close. Daisy remembered it all, just as clearly as Taylor did. The beach house, the secret glances, the nights they whispered to each other until the sun rose. Taylor could see it all, feel it all, like it was happening again, only now, it felt like a knife turning in her chest.

Tears blurred her vision as she continued to read, but she couldn't stop. She couldn't look away. Daisy's words kept pulling her deeper, drawing her into the world they'd shared, and then ripping it away all over again.

I hope in another life we are not the same gender.

Those words hit Taylor like a blow to the stomach. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. Daisy had been carrying this pain all along, the agony of being in love with someone who couldn't be with her the way she deserved. Taylor felt sick with the weight of it. She had done this—she had caused this pain, this heartbreak. And now, Daisy was gone.

By the time Taylor reached the end of the letter, her hands were trembling so badly she could barely hold onto the paper. She read Daisy's closing words over and over, her heart breaking a little more with each repetition.

Yours sincerely, Daisy.

It felt like the end of everything.

Taylor dropped the letter, letting it fall onto the floor as she sat back, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She couldn't think straight. Her mind was racing, spinning with all the things she wanted to say, with all the regrets and guilt and the overwhelming desire to fix it, to take it all back.

Her phone was in her hand before she realized what she was doing. She opened her messages, typing furiously, her heart pounding as she sent the first message.

Daisy, please. Can we talk?

She hit send, waiting for the little 'delivered' notification, but nothing came. She stared at the screen, confused, and typed out another message.

I'm so sorry. I just need to explain. Please, Daisy.

She sent it again, but still, nothing. The messages weren't being delivered.

Taylor's stomach twisted with panic. She dialed Daisy's number, pressing the phone to her ear, praying for the sound of her voice on the other end. But all she got was the empty beep of a disconnected line.

Her heart dropped. Daisy had blocked her.

The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She tried again, desperate now, typing out longer messages, pouring her heart into every word.

Please, Daisy, don't do this. I can't lose you.

But every message failed to send, every call went straight to nothing. Daisy had shut her out completely. Taylor's fingers hovered over the screen, her chest heaving with breathless sobs, but there was nothing more she could do.

She had lost her. Daisy was gone, and Taylor was the one who had pushed her away.

She dropped the phone, her hands falling to her lap as the weight of it all came crashing down on her. She had let her fear, her need to protect her image, destroy the one thing that had ever truly mattered to her. And now, it was too late.

Taylor buried her face in her hands, her body shaking as she cried. The ache in her chest felt like it would swallow her whole, like she would never be able to breathe again. Daisy had been her everything, and now she was gone.

She didn't know how long she sat there, her mind a blur of regret and sorrow, but eventually, the realization sank in. It was over. Daisy wasn't coming back.

And there was nothing she could do to change that.

The end.