Marigolds And Green Lights
I never thought that I would be here beside you, not like this. I still think about the day you and I first met often. Both of us were standing in line waiting to file for our passports. You stood in front of me wearing a blue sundress that day. One littered with tiny designs of your favorite flower, the marigold. Your shadowy black hair nearly whipping me in the face as you spun around abruptly to face me while we waited.