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To My Beloved Daisy
In a field full of flowers.
Моё счастье,
At first I was baffled by how attracted I am to you every passing day. At first it was just a normal interaction between an employee and a boss, but somehow, in an untimely manner I never noticed, you became the focus of my eyes every time you’re in its vicinity. I never knew when it started, or how even. I just knew that every passing day, from an askance glance until a focal gaze, I became attracted to your every move, your every word—the way that flower on your head sway or droop along with your emotions. It fascinates me. You fascinate me. Until I found myself helplessly falling. It was a foreign feeling to me—love—but I don’t seem to want to stop it.
I like you, Daniel.
I thought we’d have ample time. Long enough that we can see each other’s graying hair. Maybe we’d even be in the nursing home together, and I’d brag to other aged peers how dazzling and bright you were when you were younger—and you’d still be that amazing and attractive man to me even when we get older. I’d love you and I’d take that love to the grave.
But you… you got there first. Leaving me and our daughter in the land of the living. You know, Daniel, I’d like to comfort myself by thinking it’s better that I’m the one who is left alive, because I couldn’t bear to leave you and our daughter. I guess it’s better than I’m the one mourning, and grieving, and aching for your loss—because I couldn’t imagine the thought of you going through this. I just feel bad for our daughter, because she spent such a short time with her adorable Daddy.
My beloved Daisy, you continue to bloom in my heart, fertilized with love, even though all that was left inside was a hollow space as you took everything with you, leaving only a small part filled with our daughter’s affection.
The face that I’ve come to love, to dream about, to long for—I can’t seem to remember your feature as clearly anymore. Did I remember right about you having a beauty mark? Or was the color of your eyes actually black, or blue, or green? I feel so undeserving of your love when this happens. I’m so sorry.
I miss you so much, my Daisy. And I love you with all my heart and soul.
Yours Forever,
Matthew