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When Daisies Wilt

When Daisies Wilt

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Romance
I was raised a dreamer, believing that one day, I'd be able to reach the stars if I persist. And I've had telescopes for eyes for as long as I can remember. Always aiming up above, not down below. So, when my childhood nemesis turned best friend knelt on one knee after our high school graduation, I said what any seventeen-year-old girl would say. "No." We separated ways but kept in touch. And when we bumped into each other after five long years, our old flame was rekindled, more passionate than ever. Until he said he had to leave. Three long years of silence when I suddenly received an invitation to his grand party. And there, he knelt on one knee once again, in front of hundreds of people. Only that this time, it wasn't for me. Do I accept the fact that what we had meant nothing, or fight for us and show him that aiming up meant aiming at his heart?
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Every love has a story. How you first met. Who said the first word. Even mine does. Seven o'clock is not the time anyone will think of falling in love. But as our worlds collided, we did just that. In a moment lost in space, a single introduction had changed everything. I wonder if things would have been different if the day we met came with a warning. A word to tell you that this was right or this could be wrong in so many ways. I wonder where he is right now. I wonder if he's happy with his life. I wonder if anything would have changed if we did things differently. Placing our hearts on the line and flipping the pages one after the other, our story was written. It happened before we knew it, and there was no way we could have taken it back. That's just how it goes. Every first love has a story. Do you want to hear mine?

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