Picking Daisies on Sundays

by Liana Cincotti

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

Something that no one talks about when a loved one passes, is that when the years go by, it feels as if they never truly existed, like it was another life.

But I had a dating cycle: go on a date, feel utterly disappointed by said date, question if I’d ever find love, and then enter my romantic comedy, lover-storyland hibernation where I convinced myself that if love existed in films and books, then those stories must’ve been inspired by real love stories too. (Right?)

Just because one person says no, doesn’t mean you don’t deserve it.’

‘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.’