From where I am standing, I can finally see you wearing the same dress when I first caught a glimpse of you.
And I told myself, this day was worth the wait.
I held up my hand then wave until you noticed me and I saw how wide your smile has become – which is the same case for me.
As you cross the street along with the crowd, I'm already practicing my lines.
From the truth I am about to spill,
To the love I can finally confess.
But even before I could hand you the bouquet I took time to arrange, I noticed how stained my shirt was with my blood.
Then I turned to you.
Your lips are parted and shock was written all over your face and it was the last thing I saw before I fall. Before I shut my eyes close.
And I no longer know what I regretted the most.
The fact that I wasn't able to give you these Daffodils like promised, or the other fact that I never got to tell you that it was me.
The guy you met in the countryside.
The guy you promised to love until the end of time and;
The guy you forget after the accident.
It was all me.
But hey, after all that I guess nothing has changed. Yellow is still your color.
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Your Colour
Krótkie OpowiadaniaIn which a man fell for a girl who always wore a yellow dress.