After months of waiting, the Spring has come.
I'll finally see you.
I do not know when you'll exactly come but just like I said, I am willing to wait.
I left Marie in charge of the Flower Shop for today as I do my every Spring day routine; bring some flowers with me and ride a bicycle to Park which is miles away from here.
“I'll be going now!” I bid goodbye.
As I travel, I can see how sunlight rouses in more colours. The sun is finally awake and the moon is now about to sleep.
Now, there's only one thing to think of.
Will you be coming today and finally accept the flowers I am about to give you?
YOU ARE READING
Your Colour
KurzgeschichtenIn which a man fell for a girl who always wore a yellow dress.