Standing under the cherry blossom tree I gaze upon the angel standing beside me. Her beautiful skin, smooth as the fairest lace, the sunlight glistening off it. Her dazzling brown eyes--as brown as the majestic cherry blossom tree and so deep that I could get lost in them without a care. Her brunet hair basked in the rays of the sun and looked all the more calming and warmed my fast-beating heart. Her arms were wrapped around my right arm lazily, her delicate fingers laced between each other. Her side leaned against mine giving me all her non existent weight.
When I look up to where her head was cradled by my shoulder, I see her looking deep into my eyes with hers and my heart began to race. I bring my eyes down to her soft lips and see them lay on each other more beautifully than a rose’s petals. I stare at her lips and found my mouth dry. I swallow, still not taking my eyes off her bewitching lips. Then, I see her lips begin to part and I look up to where her gorgeous brown pools were staring back at me, like they were in a dream. We stared at each other before finally succumbing to the urges that the sakura tree seemed to be bestowing on us. I brought my right arm around her back, resting on her lower back and brought my left arm to the back of her head. She draped her incredible arms around my neck. Her eyes were darting from my eyes to my lips, as I found myself doing to her. Without wasting a second more our heads move towards each other for what seemed like an eternity and yet, when our lips delicately touched each other, it seemed to go all too fast.
We spent an immeasurable amount of time like that, our embrace slowly growing tighter as if there was a threat of God himself forcing our lips apart. In that small moment I knew what heaven had to be like, because there was no way anything could be better, or make me happier, than that moment. Her lips tasted sweeter than any candy in the world and her scent was sweeter than the cherry blossom tree that seemed to shield us from the flow of time itself. Her embrace was like having a ribbon laced around the back of my neck, her finger like lace ties.
Soon our eyes caught sight of the fading orange light of the evening and we knew we had to release. Our bodies reluctantly separated and our eyes slowly met once more. When our eyes met we both looked away but not before turning red as cherries at the memory of what we had just done. I slowly looked over at her and saw her beautiful face looking ahead. The sides of my lips curved and I looked where she was looking to see the setting sun. I brought my arm around her and her head rested on my shoulder once more. From that moment on I knew that that was our place, our cherry blossom tree.
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