Pink Petals
Neath a Sakura tree, two lovebirds have made their nest, a world of eternal spring for them alone.
There’s no place I’d rather be, than right here. There is nobody I’d rather be, than this version of myself who was lucky enough to meet her.
I bathe in the generous bounty of spring, seated on soft, slightly wet grass, with the love of my life next to me. All the while, the sun emits gentle rays of comforting warmth, and pink petals dance to the melody of spring.
I feel her hand atop mine, a soft squeeze. And I look at her then. Her strawberry blond hair wafts in the wind, and the odor of her shampoo fills the air with a smell of rose and citrus.
She turns to meet my gaze, and in response, I turn my head to the other side, chuckling softly.
“Hey, that’s not fair. C'mon, look at me.”
I remain quiet, letting my gaze linger on a point beyond the horizon, while, in truth, the entirety of my consciousness was directed at her.
“Hmm, okay then, let me just do this…”
Our physical bond shatters as she removes her hand from mine, but I let it not be so for long, for I gently guide it back where it belongs. Squeezing it tenderly and making my best impression of the famed puppy eyes.
