Diaries of Daisy

Brett, the true love of my life. Am I able to get mushy on here? Posts about someone’s love life aren’t always that fascinating but they can be relatable to some. With Brett I discovered how easy love should be. How easy it is to love someone and let someone love you.

Our foundation was in friendship. Hood rat shit with my friends grew into wearing his hoodies to bed. I wussed out early on with us and called it quits before we truly began. We found one another again as adults and have been inseparable ever since. He was still the fun dorky kid I loved in junior high just with bigger, stronger arms and his long flowy JB haircut was shaved down to a buzz cut-HAWT, I know! He makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. He’s soft and sweet yet protects us like a war vet. He supports me and keeps me level-headed. Grounds me when I’ve flown off the hinges.

He gets me, he gets us. I couldn’t ask for more.

He doesn’t know how strong he is, how unmistakably powerful he is when it comes to leading our home. I admire him and wish he could see exactly what I see. I can genuinely say I am one of the lucky ones.