If I couldn't receive perfect love, I didn't want any.
My taste ran dirty; I wanted to be used.
Selfish attention felt good to me and respect felt strange. Respect was too good for me.
"I'm sorry, you must have confused me with someone else. Someone with value."
I knew I was confused. I knew I was afraid. I didn't know how much.
All I knew was I had to protect my soul until I could drink clean water with satisfaction.
In the meaning of flowers, daisies represent innocence.