Wow, what am I doing?
She hesitated, but picked the flower anyway.
Daisies had always been her favorite.
So bright, cheerful, and yellow.
But daisies were also what he used to bring her on Friday nights… back when they were in love.
For the past year, moving on from such betrayal felt impossible. Her world remained rainy and gray. She had sworn off even looking at daisies.
After pruning away the excess stem, she added the bloom to her wildflower bouquet. Finally, reality wasn’t stinging so much anymore. Going forward had never felt so freeing.
The daisies were hers again.
Fading Blue Owl 