Picking Daisies on Sundays

by Liana Cincotti

than to explain the symbolism of the type of flower you gave. Tulips

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

‘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.’

You’re spring, baby. You’re more radiant than flowers and the sun and no one can take that away from you.’

was flushed head to toe seeing him in this state – glasses, abs, book, messy hair. A woman’s dream.

‘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.’