She picked some daisies from the field she was walking in, trying to distract herself. Daisies had always been her favorite flower, but nothing could distract her from her thoughts right now. Then, there was the other topic. She hated this topic cause it made her sound like a little child or some cheesy teenager. But she couldn’t help it. Not having someone to just hold her hand, or just kiss her cheek, it left a hole that didn’t use to be there. She had never really had a boyfriend her whole life. And every now and again that fact would whisper itself to her. Most of the time it didn’t bother her. Most of the time she was content with being with her friends. But today wasn’t most of the time. Watching all of her friends around her find someone for them, it made her wonder so many hurtful things about herself. She hated going over this topic, but how could she not. She felt like she was missing out on the simple things like feeling another hand in hers while walking. Instead she had daisies.