Never forget the flower.

All the dandilions are gone. They were there this morning, bright and bold. I just went out to find them, so I could talk to them, not even an hour after the most important one left for maybe the last time, but they were no where to be found. I found one, but it was withered and torn. I didnt want to pick it and take it home. I just left it. Maybe I should have picked it and brought it with me. I could have tried to make it better, even though everyone would tell me its gone. I walked past them this morning, smiling about them being there, and now that the sun has gone down, they’ve disappeared. Ill go back out and pick the withered dandilion up. Bring it back and and maybe with luck, make its life a little more bearable. I would whisper goodbye, but I would ignore it and demand that everything be alright. In my heart, I will hold on to the hope that everything will be okay.

My dandilion will stay with me forever. No one can take it away from me. Not even the dandilion itself.