[DISCONTINUED AUGUST 2015] You were 6 the first time I met you. Your two front teeth were missing, and you had that little lisp to your speech, but you were beautiful. Like an angel. You liked to talk to me, and sit in my lap. Don't you remember? Or the time when you were 9, and your mother claimed you had a crush on me. It was harmless back then, wasn't it Daisy? The way your cheeks tinted a deep red when I'd tickle you, or how you'd present to me the dress you'd just gotten. I told you you were pretty, and I meant it. When you turned 13, it was the peak of your adolescence. You started to wear makeup, your hair was all the way down to your elbows, and you'd developed a bit of acne. But you were gorgeous Daisy, and you didn't even see it. You weren't as confident this time, and you didn't speak to me in the slightest; it challenged me. But when you turned 16, you'd reached the end of maturity. In my eyes, you were a woman, and God Daisy, you don't even understand how attractive you were. Your eyes still held that mischievous glint that they did when I first met you, but this time you knew exactly what you were doing to me. Now you're 18, and you're still beautiful, but not in the same way that you used to be. It's different Daisy. I know you can feel it too.