Yes, this was on here before. Yes, I did take it down for a while. Yes, I had valid reasons. Yes, it is back up to stay. Thank you.
He stood there out of place. He was a black past standing out in their shinning light, the reason for their party in the first place. He didn't want to be here, but he knew that she needed him. Her family was happy, joyful it was suffocating him. It was all around him there was no escape.
He wished it would it would be fast and quick, but it was slow a slow suffocation by their happiness. He wanted to leave to say his god bye and never come back, but he promised to see her. He was only here for her.
She made him promise, she knew that he despised promises but made him anyway. She was like that she could make you do anything, make you feel anything. She had many parts, many layers, many petals each one looks the same but they aren't. She wasn't a lily, no a lily could never match her perfectly. No a lily was too simple; a lily while beautiful was not her beautiful. No she was a daisy.
A free wild growing daisy, simple and free, but grew in a many number of places and it hand thousands of parts to unfold.
He thought it was an accident when a flower petal fell in front of him. He held out his hand and watched as it landed there softly, securely. He held it up and thought it was a daisy petal, a part of her.
He stood there watching them fall, and get picked up easily by the wind and sent on a journey. He felt a drop land on his head. He thought of rain but the clouds were none. He looked up at the cliff and thought of her. He felt her tears fall with the daisies. He stood there watching and feeling. He felt that she needed him, to her he want.
He stood away from her, wanting to save the picture she created in his mind forever.
Her dark red hair was glowing in the sun while the wind blew it in a dance. Her white dress made the picture angelic; she was sitting with her back towards him in a field of daisies. This is how he wants to remember her. A glowing daisy surrounded by little daisies, the sun making them shine.
He watched silently as her hand shook, she clutched it to her chest. Then with her eyes closed she lat a tear fall down unto her clasped hands, she slowly opened up her hands and the petal fell from them. He stood there waiting for her.
He hears her whisper with a smile gracing her lips, "Loves me"
He knows now why she was up there. He knows now in the bottom of his old heart that she loves him. He didn't need to asked who she loves he knew it was him.
He looks at his hand, and repeating her actions opens his hand and watches as the little petal, the little piece of her flies away. He says knowing she'll hear him, "Loves you."