A dandelion goes through many stages in its life. From spring to summer to its last days in fall. Some people hate them, pluck them away from their sight, and force them to grow where nothing else may grow. What begins all green and bland grows to be a colorful spot in the scenery. But after a while, their yellow petals vanish, and when the dandelions open themselves again, they emerge wearing a crown of their seeds. One by one, it flies off with every gust of wind until, at last, nothing is left but the stem and flower head. In a way, she found that her love had been like this. One beautiful cycle of life, much like the transformation of a dandelion. And it all began with a stranger she met on her commute on a normal day. Because dandelions grow in the most unusual places, they persevere only to live through their bloom and into their end. For a while, she could accept that this very beautiful thing had ended with no way to reverse the things said and done. No way back to yellow.