For the first time, you didn't show up.
It's not that I expected you to come here as often as I do, but I was really hoping to see you.
So I could finally give you these flowers just as I promised.
Until I realized, the Spring has passed and it's now Summer. But I am willing to wait.
Let us see each other when the next spring comes.
When the next flower blooms.
And maybe by then, I can finally tell you the truth.
YOU ARE READING
Your Colour
Short StoryIn which a man fell for a girl who always wore a yellow dress.