Daisy is the soft-hearted mother of one with a dark past and an ex husband she's running from. She's spent the past six months building a new life for her and her daughter, Hope, trying to blend into the world around them. Her memories are tainted...
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Two days since my complete, and utter melt down in front of Nate. Two days since I'd seen him, and met him. And two days I'd spent reeling over my actions towards him.
This man had reimbursed feelings I didn't even think existed in me anymore, and had hit me right in my head, heart, and sex.
He irrevocably rocked my whole world. I used to say Robert did that, but now I'd say Nate has. Only Nate has made it better. Despite being cold towards him, and not giving him a chance, he's gave me hope of happiness.
I honestly never thought I could trust a man again, or feel attracted to one, but Nate has had the complete opposite on me.
I'm still scared to take a chance on him. Scared that my heart might break, or he just might turn into Robert. No matter what, I'll always feel that way until I get to know someone.
A part of me wishes I had just overcome my fears, and flirted with him in the coffee shop. Showed him how my body was reacting to his every word, and I definitely wished I hadn't reacted the way I did at the bar. I just know deep down that I can't be normal like that.
I wanted him to confront me in the bar. I wanted him to speak to me. Despite knowing what he would say, I wanted him to because I liked his attention. It hurts to know I can't ever have a normal relationship because of my damaged life.
I'd been sat thinking about all of this while I watched Hope on the park. The only thing she liked was the slide, so I sat back and let her play independently. My eyes never left her little frame, and despite all this thinking, I was focused solely on her. Some of the other parents were chatting away not even watching their children properly, and I could never do that. The thought of someone taking her, or hurting her, made my gut sicken. She was too precious, and important to take that risk.
It took me a while to notice the heavy body sat next to me on the bench. It wasn't until he spoke that I knew who it was. But I still didn't take my eyes off Hope. I couldn't. Besides, I don't think I could look him in the eyes after Saturday evening. I'm too embarrassed.
"I didn't know where I could find you at first" He began.
"And then I thought about all the parks around here that you could possibly be at. There's three to be exact. So I looked for the one nearest to the coffee shop, and took my chances"
I still hadn't looked at him. His explanation helped ease my nerves, as I automatically worried he was following me because he was a stalker.
Another one of my fears from my past.
"You found me"
I didn't mean to sound negative, or nasty, but what else could I say?
No matter how much my body responded to him, and wanted him. No matter how much I wanted to let him give me company, flirt with him, and allow myself to fall for him, I couldn't.
