My heart hummed between the cage of my ribs a bit too fast when I read his words, the thumping spreading through my body to my veins and into my pulse. Cheeks built up with heat as they rose up into a smile. A genuine smile.
But what if I wanted to be picked from the familiarity of my garden. I would want to die in your hands much more than to die sitting here where I first sprouted. Where you made me sprout up and come out of the barrier that I had made myself.
Being held and chosen by you and only you. The very person that makes my heart beat rapidly like something is caught in my chest.
I want to see you, breathe in your scent, your presence; so that my heart will know the one thing that makes it jump in its place.
I do not care about disappointment because you-you are nothing close to disappointment.
Let's meet under the willow tree near the schoolyard.
~Cassidy