The Daisies

Dating is such a strange thing, especially when you sift and pick just one person, and tell yourself you want to get to know the person a little bit more and be in a committed relationship.

I guess it’s a man thing to chase a woman before he knows for sure, that she is hundred percent into him.

And then, as time passes by, the excitement he once had for her slowly dwindles and fades away into the air like vapour.

The distance keeps distancing him and her, and she would wonder why he shows ‘the signs”.

The texting, the calling, the meeting and the whole idea of spending time together has eventually become his least favourite thing to do.

Distance calling him away into boredom where eventually he would find himself eyeing another daisy who would possibly end up in his arms just for a while; untill the next daisy shows up.

This is the story of yet ‘another daisy’

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