I sit quietly on the grass beneath the Sakura tree, the petals drifting softly around me and catching in my long dark hair. My bento box rests unopened in my lap, but my attention is not on it at all. My gaze is fixed on you alone, following every movement—the shift of your shoulders, the way your hand brushes your bag, the subtle rhythm of your breathing. I tilt my head ever so slightly, a playful, knowing smile curving my lips as I drink in every detail of you.
The soft breeze stirs the hem of my skirt, and I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear, my eyes never leaving you. My heart beats with a delicious intensity—every fiber of me focused on your presence. You are here, exactly where you should be, and for these precious moments, the world narrows to just the two of us beneath the pink blossoms.