I went to Daisy’s last night. God, I missed her so much. We never get to hang out. It was me and Daisy and her daughter. I needed them both.
We sat around and drank wine and ate pizza and talked about life. Daisy’s first husband, the love of her life, killed himself five years ago. They had been divorced for years because he was an addict. She loves her husband now more than anything. He is a good man. But there is something about your first love. We have that in common.
I asked her about the boy I dated in high school. She hasn’t heard anything about him for years. I asked Austin for his number and I’m still waiting. I’m really trying to move on with my life. Away from Robbie.