Picking Daisies on Sundays (Picking Daisies on Sundays, #1)

by Liana Cincotti

For the hopeless, and hopeful, romantics who don’t know they’re noticed in a crowded room.

“My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue,” – Lover, Taylor Swift

Could I live like that forever? Waiting for my heart to catch up with reality? I had grown accustomed to what life was like without Dad, but that didn’t mean I felt okay.

I couldn’t let him kiss me when he didn’t even have feelings for me. That was the equivalent of getting addicted to a drug that wasn’t prescribed to you in the first place.

She lives in between the pinks and yellows of the world, where a beautiful color is unknown to others

They’d paint roses around us on the border, but my ankles and knees would be pricked by thorns while he remained in the bed of the flowers. The lover and the archer, they’d call it. The girl who kept falling in love, and the boy who could receive love from whomever he aimed his heart at.

“You intoxicate me, Daisy. The scent of flowers lingers on you everywhere you go, and I always want to follow,”

But no one tells you how much love feels like grief until you have your heart broken and realize you can’t take any of it back.

at the end of hardship comes happiness.”

He wouldn’t want you holding yourself back because of what ifs. You have to do the scary stuff to get to the good stuff, remember?”

so I can carry the weight you’re so fearful of letting go

if hearts were meant to love, then why did mine feel so empty?

I want to be noticed in a crowded room. I want to be the only person in a crowded room. I want to be wanted, truly wanted, and desired. I want to laugh and to sing and to dance with someone and not feel self-conscious over it because I love them and I’m confident that they love me. I want to be touched and kissed and held because I’ve forgotten what it feels like…and yet, I think I deserve it.”

maybe you weren’t mine to love

dissect its meaning like a new Taylor Swift song.

“I’m so grateful for everything I have in life, I am. But when I see you, all I can think about is how much better life would be if you were mine. I’m so infatuated with everything you do, from the color of your lips to the way you slide your hips back and

forth when you dance to the way you twist your earrings when you’re upset or how you blush when I touch you and how you breathe when I say Daisy.”

My favorite flowers were always daisies,” he said in a dreamy state. I shielded my face in the crook of his neck. Flowers were growing in my heart and sprouting through my chest. He loves me.

“Because when you find out the person you’ve been in love with for your entire life loves you back, you’ll spend the rest of your life making up for lost time.”

“I once was poison ivy, but now I’m your daisy,” – Don’t Blame Me, Taylor Swift