My Dandelion // Part Four
It was big, bigger than the rest, and the nearest dandelion grew 2 inches away, while all the other were bunched together. The dandelion grew in a droopy way, but that’s why I loved it. If I could talk to dandelions, I’m sure this one would tell me it was lonely. That is why I chose it, that is why I made it my dandelion; it was because it was the only thing in the world that probably knew what pain I felt.