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

by Liana Cincotti

It was as if the moon followed him everywhere he went simply because he was more beautiful than the sun.

“Everywhere we go, people are infatuated by you, looking at you and yearning to talk to you. I …” He paused for a long moment. “I am infatuated by you.”

I’ll buy you flowers every day for the rest of my life if it makes you this happy.”

I tried to stop loving you, but along the way, you found your way into the sound of my laugh, the style of my writing, and the threads of my clothes / I would’ve gone down on my knees just to hear you say