I was a dandelion flower on a cliff. I was simple, light, and white, and with grace, I stood there swaying to the slightest breeze. Far from the blurry horizon came a lady with brown hair that was shiny as silk and pale skin that looked soft like the clouds. Maybe if I had hands, I would have caressed her to know how she felt to be touched.
She came closer to me, kneeling right in front of me. Her eyes glimmered with hope and a touch of melancholy. She gazed at me, making me wonder if she realized I was watching her too. The silence between us broke with a question she asked me: “Will he be mine?” The sincerity in her eyes caught my soul and made me feel like I had a mission to live for.
With a gush of wind, she blew, and I swirled and twirled in the air, watching her stand on the cliff, looking at me, parting ways with her. Only her soft words echoed in my ears as I floated over the clouds and the mountains.
Beyond the horizon, far away, I met another dandelion that twirled and swirled just like me in the clouds and he told me to have met a mesmerizing man who asked him, “Will she be mine?” We twirled and danced and fell in love with each other as if we met each other for a reason, and the mission we set for our lives was complete!
I wonder if he was hers now and if she was his. The question still remains untold….
