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

by Liana Cincotti

“You do realize that this is the complete opposite of a rom-com, right? As in, you’re the other woman in the story—the one the writers add in for extra drama, not for the happily ever after,” she spoke matter-of-factly.

This was the same person who forgot his locker combination every day, and it never changed, but he somehow remembered this.

“I thought your twenties were supposed to be about finding yourself and traveling and making these big career moves—not missing a guy, eating pizza on the couch, and still crying over insecurities from high school.” “Did you not watch Sex and the City? That shit keeps going until you’re forty,” Gabe replied.

The sun tried to stay up late with you at night, whereas it was too tired to even try during the winter.

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

“Because I needed an excuse to see you again.” ​The surprise was blatant on my face. “Why?” ​He laughed quietly. “I could write a book on why.”

“Now tell me what’s wrong, I’ll fix it.”

“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.”