When Daisies Wilt

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?