At the park, that's where I saw you.
Holding a bouquet, you were smiling.
You were wearing a yellow summer dress, long blonde hair is braided on the side; reminding me of these yellow daffodils I have on my hands.
Then, I wonder.
How beautiful would you be with these flowers that seemed to be made by God just for you?
YOU ARE READING
Your Colour
Short StoryIn which a man fell for a girl who always wore a yellow dress.
