Dandelions It's beautiful how the deepest of memories can be stored, linked, cemented to objects, things, places. Take the childhood, familiar dandelion. Each glimpse from that point on, reminds me of you and our little games. Your favourite ever walk home you said, as we held hands in a race to reach the heads first. You laughing, as our Converse are kicked towards the inviting seeds. Laughing at the pure childishness yet enjoying every minute of it, as I felt your body graze mine as you dart forwards, never letting go of my hand in yours. It had never been so hard to say goodbye that night. Perhaps I am just too much in love, perhaps this silly insignificant happening will appear stupid to you, but it's moments like these which remind you how simple #life can be, and make you happy to be alive. With the one you love.