The Lavender Hue of First Encounters

The cotton candy tasted like a whispered promise, impossibly sweet and dissolving too quickly on my tongue.
It was the same shade as the lavender ribbon he’d once tied in my hair, a small gesture that bloomed into a memory I now held fragilely. He said I looked like something out of a dream, a fleeting vision dusted with sugar and light.
We met during a summer storm, sheltering under the awning of a bookstore – two souls seeking solace between pages. His hand brushed mine as we both reached for the same volume of poetry, and in that instant, the world shifted on its axis.
Now, years later, I sometimes wander these streets, hoping to catch a glimpse of his smile, to feel again that innocent spark.
Maybe it's foolish to chase ghosts of moments past, but what if those moments were meant to linger? What if some connections are woven from the very fabric of wishes and dreams?

Editor: Cloud Collector