Dear Syaoran,
Where do I start? I've been missing you because I have a confession to make.
I know we're only friends, but I've been keeping this a secret from you..
Your eyes are like almonds, I want to eat it.
Your brown hair so attractive reminds me of my favorite food- French fries.
Your voice sings a melody to me- the sound of ice cream trucks nearby.
Nothing in the world compares to you-
You're like sundaes with cherries on top.
And do I love you? Oh yes I do.
Ask the pizza delivery guy outside mydoor. I told him you smell like pizza.
I still think you need to undergo fermentation process, nonetheless I like you the way you are.
Please accept my confession!
Love,
Sakura
Syaoran stared at the paper for 10 minutes.
"Tomoyo are you sure this came from Sakura?"
"Yes, why?"
"... Nothing. She compared me to a food."
