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Authors: Marquita Valentine
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Bella, it doesn’t get any harder.
Jules: Is there’s hope for me?
Daisy: Always.
One month later
Jules: I miss him, and I hate it. It’s like he’s all around me, and I can’t purge him fast enough.
Daisy: Take deep breaths. You don’t have to do it all at once.
Jules: So it’s okay for me to feel this way?
Daisy: As long as you’re feeling something, I think so.
Jules: What if I told you I was glad he was dead?
Daisy: Then I’d listen.
Jules: And?
Daisy: And what?
Jules: Obviously, that makes me a monster.
Daisy: No, it makes you human.
Jules: Thank you.
Daisy: What about your mom? Where does she fit in all this?
Jules: She practically danced on his grave. We don’t speak much.
Daisy: Maybe when all of this is over and everyone’s feelings have had a chance to settle, you’ll be able to speak to her a lot more.
Jules: Doubtful. Tell me something about your day. Something to make me smile and forget.
Daisy: This morning I put salt instead of sugar in my blueberry pie. It was disgusting. One of my customers ate an entire slice before telling me. She didn’t want to hurt my feelings. So I made her two whole pies, the right way, and sent them home with her.
Jules: God, I wish I could hold you right now…please disregard if I’ve overstepped my bounds.
Daisy: I’ll book a flight and you can hold me by tonight.
Jules: Save your money. I’m not fit for company, and the place I’m stuck in doesn’t help.
Daisy: Then go somewhere that has good memories for you.
Jules: I don’t have a place like that.
Daisy: Then make one. I’ll mail your cupcakes there.
Three months later
Jules: Finally sold the house I’d shared with my father, and bought a new one in a village called Cheam. The house is all brick, with ivy growing up the front. There’s a heart-shaped door knocker on the front door. The kitchen made me think of you—shiny appliances and lots of counter space. The garden in the back is nice. There’s a place where you can dine al fresco. I think you would love it.
Daisy: Send me pictures and I can pretend I’m there with you, cooking for us in your kitchen and eating outside while the birds sing and the breeze blows.
Jules: Do you think other people text like this?
Daisy: Who cares what other people do?
Jules: I care about what you think.
Daisy: Me too.
Jules: Do you have a Bucket List?
Daisy: I do. First thing on it: Go to England
Jules: I’m flattered.
Daisy: Um…I wrote it three years before I met you. Sorry. What’s your first one?
Jules: Ouch! A place to call home, with the woman who loves me waiting inside.
Daisy: That’s a very nice first.
Jules: Wishful thinking is always very nice.
Five months later
Daisy: Someone bought my house, for more than I hoped to get.
Jules: This makes you happy, yes? You can pay off that one last pesky insurance bill.
Daisy: I’ve never lived anywhere else. I feel like I’ve sold a piece of my heart.
Jules: Maybe the new owner will rent it out to you.
Daisy: I don’t want to rent it. Sending a check every month would remind me of what I’ve lost.
Jules: So what now?
Daisy: I found an apartment. It’s in town.
Jules: You can make happy memories there.
Daisy: Come stay with me, and you can be a part of them. Promise I won’t bite, and I’m not insane.
Jules: I’d love to, but I’m still not fit for company. In fact, I won’t be around for a month or two, if not longer.
Daisy: What are you up to, Jules? I’m worried for you.
Jules: Very bad things. Don’t worry. It’s hard to kill a monster.
Daisy: You’re not a monster. Stop beating yourself up.
Jules: I think it’s best if we don’t talk for a while.
Daisy: Although that’s not what I want, I’ll respect your wishes. Please find
Jules: Is there’s hope for me?
Daisy: Always.
One month later
Jules: I miss him, and I hate it. It’s like he’s all around me, and I can’t purge him fast enough.
Daisy: Take deep breaths. You don’t have to do it all at once.
Jules: So it’s okay for me to feel this way?
Daisy: As long as you’re feeling something, I think so.
Jules: What if I told you I was glad he was dead?
Daisy: Then I’d listen.
Jules: And?
Daisy: And what?
Jules: Obviously, that makes me a monster.
Daisy: No, it makes you human.
Jules: Thank you.
Daisy: What about your mom? Where does she fit in all this?
Jules: She practically danced on his grave. We don’t speak much.
Daisy: Maybe when all of this is over and everyone’s feelings have had a chance to settle, you’ll be able to speak to her a lot more.
Jules: Doubtful. Tell me something about your day. Something to make me smile and forget.
Daisy: This morning I put salt instead of sugar in my blueberry pie. It was disgusting. One of my customers ate an entire slice before telling me. She didn’t want to hurt my feelings. So I made her two whole pies, the right way, and sent them home with her.
Jules: God, I wish I could hold you right now…please disregard if I’ve overstepped my bounds.
Daisy: I’ll book a flight and you can hold me by tonight.
Jules: Save your money. I’m not fit for company, and the place I’m stuck in doesn’t help.
Daisy: Then go somewhere that has good memories for you.
Jules: I don’t have a place like that.
Daisy: Then make one. I’ll mail your cupcakes there.
Three months later
Jules: Finally sold the house I’d shared with my father, and bought a new one in a village called Cheam. The house is all brick, with ivy growing up the front. There’s a heart-shaped door knocker on the front door. The kitchen made me think of you—shiny appliances and lots of counter space. The garden in the back is nice. There’s a place where you can dine al fresco. I think you would love it.
Daisy: Send me pictures and I can pretend I’m there with you, cooking for us in your kitchen and eating outside while the birds sing and the breeze blows.
Jules: Do you think other people text like this?
Daisy: Who cares what other people do?
Jules: I care about what you think.
Daisy: Me too.
Jules: Do you have a Bucket List?
Daisy: I do. First thing on it: Go to England
Jules: I’m flattered.
Daisy: Um…I wrote it three years before I met you. Sorry. What’s your first one?
Jules: Ouch! A place to call home, with the woman who loves me waiting inside.
Daisy: That’s a very nice first.
Jules: Wishful thinking is always very nice.
Five months later
Daisy: Someone bought my house, for more than I hoped to get.
Jules: This makes you happy, yes? You can pay off that one last pesky insurance bill.
Daisy: I’ve never lived anywhere else. I feel like I’ve sold a piece of my heart.
Jules: Maybe the new owner will rent it out to you.
Daisy: I don’t want to rent it. Sending a check every month would remind me of what I’ve lost.
Jules: So what now?
Daisy: I found an apartment. It’s in town.
Jules: You can make happy memories there.
Daisy: Come stay with me, and you can be a part of them. Promise I won’t bite, and I’m not insane.
Jules: I’d love to, but I’m still not fit for company. In fact, I won’t be around for a month or two, if not longer.
Daisy: What are you up to, Jules? I’m worried for you.
Jules: Very bad things. Don’t worry. It’s hard to kill a monster.
Daisy: You’re not a monster. Stop beating yourself up.
Jules: I think it’s best if we don’t talk for a while.
Daisy: Although that’s not what I want, I’ll respect your wishes. Please find
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