D A I S Y
My palms felt clammy. My mouth was dry and I've never felt this nervous. I couldn't stop thinking of Wilde. Seeing him was always pleasant but now, it felt more like a need. I couldn't think of kissing anyone that wasn't Wilde.
"Hey, sorry to keep you waiting."
Joey walked in. He smiled at me.
I smiled. "It's okay," I said, "I wasn't waiting all that long anyway."
"So," Joey said, taking the seat across me. He was large easily taking up a lot of space. "What did you want to see me for?"
I used to feel a pull, to people's lips, to glance down to touch them, to feel them, taste them. No longing grabbed me. I let myself grin. "Just to talk," I answered. "How've you been?"
"You've never really been one for talking," Joey teased.
"Would you like to order anything?" A waitress handed us two black menus, I know my order already but I gave Joey a few minutes to browse through.
I order orange juice and fish and chips, Joey ordered beer and a stake.
It was strange, I'd grown so used to craving affection from someone else. It wasn't just a need from one person but the more people liked me, the more I felt I could love myself. It was weak, it was stupid but it was what made me, me.
Now I spent all day thinking of Wilde, of how I never noticed how gentle he was or how he only swore aloud when he was with me. I wanted there to be something more than sex and friendship for us but it always came back to the fact that Wilde was Wilde and I was Daisy.
Wilde's the pure flower in spring, he'd need someone as special and beautiful as he. I was a daisy, common and easy. Easy.
I hated it, but it was true, I was easy.
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