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“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.”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“Every poem in there is about you. Everything I wrote came back to you.” “My favorite flowers were always daisies.” “I'm saying that if I knew four years ago that you loved me, I would've never let you go.”
― Liana Cincotti, Picking Daisies on Sundays

“Fuck the rules, Allie,” he whispered. “They were doomed to fail the moment I saw you.”
― Mona Kasten, Begin Again

“In the morning, you can forget it. You can go back to pretending you don't like me, and I can pretend that I don't care. But for tonight, let me pretend you're mine.”
― Stephanie Garber, The Ballad of Never After