I pick a daisy watching you play basketball out in the park you push your dirty-blond hair away from your face smiling and waving towards me I look up from the flower wave back with a grin and begin to pluck off the pale white petals He loves me.... But then I see you with my ex-best friend laughing with her not me. You sit with her for a while And she shoots me a smug smirk I look away and across the court I sigh softly and continue to yank off more petals He loves me not... I keep the flower until halftime when you run to me and smile asking if I like watching the game so far with that adorable impish grin and then you hug me and run back onto the court with a laugh your blue eyes shining, brownish-blond hair flying in all directions And I sit in shock for a moment And I gently pull off another petal He loves me... But you still sit next to her when you're not on the court And I want to cry for a moment and I look away as she leans into you about to kiss you And I stand up to leave to run away from you and her But I hear you yell angrily at her something about you already having a girlfriend which means I have no chance no chance at all I drop the daisy into the grass but not before ripping off another petal He loves me not... but you run towards me as I turn to go and you say, Are you ok? I sigh sadly and reply, Isn't your girlfriend waiting? He laughs, the soft, throaty laugh that I love so much. You're my girlfriend! And I blush and mumble something unintelligible under my breath you pick up the flower hand it to me and I pull off the last petal. He loves me.