My Favorite Flower

With a name like Cupid’s Cove, you’d think everyone was filled with love.
Most were.
She wasn’t.
Daisy. My favorite flower.
She hated me on sight.
I might have had a little something to do with that…or so I thought.
No biggie, life moved on, I went to college, flower forgotten.
Except…she ran right into me.
Same college, same dorm building. What are the chances?
Apparently, the universe was trying to tell us something.
And that something was that I wanted her more. She wanted me just the same as before, which meant she didn’t want me at all.
Until she did, but I wasn’t going to take advantage of her.
I wasn’t that kind of guy.
We didn’t know it yet, but the ball, er Secret Valentine, was in her court.
After all, Cupid’s Cove was a place of love for a reason. Now if only that applied to us.