determinant intricacies | 2

xxi.

daisy..

i've

found

someone else.

a boy.

not just

any boy.

he was..

..my first love.

my first love

when i thought

i was straight,

obviously.

we've

recently

started talking

again.

just like when

i talked to you,

i had

butterflies

fluttering in my stomach.

talking to him

made it do backflips,

my heart

hammering

against my chest.

unlike what i have with you,

i can't talk to him

in person

at all.

we have conversations

which could last

all night long

if i wanted them to,

but i leave him early,

making sure

he keeps

coming back for more.

i didn't think

he'd want

to talk to me.

i didn't think

he'd see me

the way i saw him.

i did love him

at one point,

but..

..i gave up on him.

but he was always

in my heart,

all these years.

i needed a remedy

for my aching heart.

the number of boys

who liked you

made me

nauseated,

uncomfortable,

itchy,

and scratchy.

jealousy was

the main reason

why i felt this way

at all.