I have been thinking about you for a very long time. As the rain ticked on by and the time fell, I questioned why I haven't told you how I feel. Let me put it in a way you can understand.
Two girls plucked the petals of a daisy one by one, He loves me, He loves me not.
He loves me not. And the next day, he loves me not. And the next day, he loves me not. The fields grew empty. The final flower. "He loves me!" they scream. But the boy never read of that event in the paper, nor did he hear in on the news or the radio or on Facebook. As much as he wished that he would hear it, the days went on.
The two girls wandered mindlessly in the field.
Wondering what to do now that they had completed their current mission. White petals covered the church floor. They waited at the end of the aisle until the music started playing. They began to walk, and they kept walking. Walking to the boy. And they kept walking, but the there was no end to this white path of petals.
The two girls started to panic.
Running for the boy. They blended in so well with the petals. They couldn't see each other. Running together on their own, they knotted their dressed together, both falling at exactly the same time. Hitting the grass with a thud. Now two petals on the grass, both exactly the same as every other.
Everyone can have their secret hopes and desires, but I don't want mine to pass like the seasons. Will you marry me?