daisies.

i know its been 2 years and people tell me that its sufficient time but i cant forget. the feeling when you walked pass me when i was in class, holding ur notebook, a perfect shirt, a black sweater with ur perfect glasses. its like it was yesterday. you smelled of flowers, daisies specifically. your perfectly coordinated outfits and your perfect eyeliner identical on both sides. the day you followed me i thought "wow i cant belive the pretty girl i admire in the hallways knows i exist!!" since them i wanted to matter to you, no matter what it was i wanted to be a part of your life you remembered, someone you cared about. your friend, then your best friend, then your girlfriend. then it ended, poof, gone. like nothing ever happened and now i hang on to the smell of daisies and turn when someone with your smell enters the room but its never you.