W I L D E
Love was never part of the equation we'd written a long time ago. I didn't necessarily love her when it all started or at least I wasn't consciously aware, I lusted after her and while I tried to shut it down, I couldn't.
But Daisy was hard not to love and deep in the recesses of teenage hormones, I realised I'd always loved her. Physically and emotionally. I didn't want to imagine any other body touching mine, any other lips kissing mine or any other girl with me.
I knew I was screwed.
That was why I ran. Because I was tired of falling for her and watching her have her way with dozens of other guys. I was jealous when she slept with nearly the whole football team.
But then, I couldn't run far without wanting to run back. Back to her. Back to this complicated feelings, back to her fingers running down my skin and to her real brown hair.
She had changed so much since I ran away. She'd grown skinnier, her hair brown, no longer dyed and her lips were now either bare or painted a soft pink. She looked far more innocent and less like the seductive mistress I'd lusted after. Our kisses, her touch on my body everything felt so new that I was a little stunned from it all.
I held her as she slept off in her own bed, her face resting on my chest. I played with her hair brown at the roots and black at the ends. I kissed her forehead, letting my lips linger on her skin. "I love you," I whispered. "So very much. I shouldn't have left you."
I didn't like the way I sounded so weak, so helpless. But I couldn't stop feeling angry that I left her, seeing what happened and imagining the possibilities of the things that could have happened if I was with her. When my eyes scanned the slightly broken girl, I couldn't stop the rage that followed and the longing for my fiery companion, one whose fire burned so bright it extinguished mine. I wouldn't let anything ever happen to her again.
Daisy moved up, catching me by surprise when her lips met mine in a gentle kiss, "I love you too."
And I felt complete.
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