sakura is the japanese word for cherry blossom trees and their blossoms – a very special flower which symbolizes the spring, the beauty of nature, the renewal, and the ephemeral nature of life.
桜 さくら
like a sakura you to me are a beautiful flower
you are so beautiful, much like nature if not more so
you know not who i am, but know that i know you
and you are more beautiful than life
you have granted me will to live on
to carry on through life's hardships
as i write on this small black paper, doodling these sakura flowers
i realize this seems like cheesy move
but in the end
it matters not
what does matter though is the love i fell for you
even if you will never feel the same
i read over the letter over and over again, searching for a trace or a sign of who wrote this. the thin black paper with these so called 'sakura' flowers on it, smells slightly of the flowers depicted on it's surface. perhaps the white pen with a slight hue of pink that was used to write on the paper was scented, or maybe it was some kind of perfume.
a small part of me hoped it was the later, i was never quite into girls like i should be. i prefer cute guys who would be easy to cuddle.
more specifically i hoped it was my crush from fifth period history. he was the cutest kid i have ever seen. he has light blond hair with stunning blue eyes. the only problem being, i have no idea what his name is.
another problem being the one and only time i had the opportunity to talk to him, his older brother daniel intervened and told him not to talk to me cause i was a football player.
i set the note back down in my locker and walked to my next class, which just so happened to be history. for the past few weeks we have been learning about japanese history and all that jazz.
i sit down in my seat which is near the back and farthest away from the windows as possible. i like this seat cause i am able to see my crush at his seat right next to the windows. most of the class he will be drawing in his sketchbook or staring out the windows.
i've heard that despite him not paying attention, he gets perfect grades and is really good at history.
the teacher walks into the room and i pull out my notebook so i can take notes (duh). i am not the greatest at history but at least i don't suck.
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Fanfictiona proclaimed love... with no sender lowercase intended high school au english this version is old and outdated, newer version being posted on Ao3 under the same name by Bathbomb420 (me)
