daisy meadow | jhs + myg

四

myg

chapter four

I remember wondering what to do for you. 

To confess my love. 

And finally I had an idea. 

Daisies painted onto your locker. 

A note in your locker.

With a pressed daisy. 

I remember catching a bus on a Sunday morning. 

I remember catching it to the outreaches of town because I wanted to hand-pick the perfect daisy. 

And I did. 

And it was perfect like you. 

That day I also learnt how to press flowers.

I was good at it. 

I also bought paint.

Yellow and white because the prettiest daisies are yellow and white. 

And green for the leaves and stem.

And then I broke the law.

I went into school on Sunday through the door the cleaner never locks. 

And I graffitied your locker. 

With daisies.

Actually with a daisy meadow. 

And I slid a daisy and a note into your locker.

And then I picked up the empty paint cans and dirty brush and left the school. 

I remember being so nervous. 

Would you love me?

Would you hate me?

Do you even remember me?

And I remember crying because I loved you so fucking much. 

And I still do.