English is not my native language, so please forgive any mistakes.
Naruto isn't mine.
The poem isn't mine.
But the story is!
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Sweet
sweetness sings in soft whispers
collides carelessly with my heart
holds it loose in palm
never dreaming I was there
when at last she awakens to my presence
thrills me with her depth
all the while not believing
as we match each other's wonder in it
and come to acceptness and fullness
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Sweet.
This word is often used to discribe her.
Sweet.
You think it does really fit her, because, hey, just take a look at her.
With her unusual appearance she reminds you strongly of an exotic porcelain doll, delicate, unique and sweet:
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Pink, silky hair
You know very well, how silky her hair feels. Sometimes, when you're sure nobody's looking, you reach out to take one strand of this shiny, teasing, candy hair in your hand.
You don't really know why you do this. You just do it.
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Green, vibrant eyes
Some say, her eyes are green like jade.
Many swear they're as green as emeralds.
Others say they are blue-green, like the ocean.
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In your opinion, these people are all right, yet so wrong. They think far to simple.
But you know better.
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Green like jade are her eyes, when she's happy. Bright and warm and sparkling.
It's then, when looking into her eyes makes you almost happy, too
Green like emeralds are her eyes, when she's angry. Dark, with a burning fire in them.
It's then, when you think that emerald is the most beautiful shade of her eyes.
And blue-green like the ocean are her eyes, when she's sad. Teary and hurt and cold.
It's then, when you realize, you've made her cry again.
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Bright smile
Now, this makes you really wonder.
When you first met her, you were annoyed, because her brightness was just...too bright and back then, you couldn't take it. How could a single person smile so much?
You didn't like it. You didn't want it. You didn't need it. End of story.
But now, years later, when she doesn't smile so often anymore, and if she does, it's mostly fake and everything but bright, you find yourself asking:
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Do I really like it now?
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You haven't found an answer, yet.
However you know, maybe you hated her smile not because of its brightness, but because of your own disability of smiling.
And sometimes you find a tiny, small part of you wishing, she could teach you to smile again.
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Yes, sweet does fit her perfectly, not only her looks, but also her character.
Sweet and caring, always thinking about others, always putting her loved ones before herself.
Sometimes you find yourself getting angry at such a lack of selfishness, which simply can't be normal (because, honestly, humans are selfish beings), you want to grab her and shake her and scream at her:
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„Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"
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But you say nothing and remain silent, when she visits you in the hospital, tired and exhausted, with bags under her eyes, after a twelve-hours shift.
She fakes (oh, yes, she seems to love the art of faking) cheeriness and chatters about everything and nothing in perticular, while you know, she should rather go to bed and sleep.
You don't want to hear any of her stories and you would prefer silence, but deep inside you're a tiny bit grateful, because you' ve learned:
Everything is better than being alone.
(Because, being alone is your biggest wish and yet, your secret greatest fear.)
And you wonder if she knows that.
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But now, as you stand here, looking at her, while she is laying in the bed and crying her poor heart out, drowning her pillow with her tears (and you don't need to ask why she's crying, because you know,you are the reason. You seem to have this special talent of making her cry and in moments like these, you wish you could be more like Naruto, who always makes her laugh.),
she doesn't look so sweet anymore.
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And you wonder, if it's because you' re so bitter.
(Oh yes, you know that fate has made you cruel, your heart cold, your soul broken.)
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And as you slowly make your way to the bed, sit down, and brush a pink strand of hair off her face, you realize that your relationship can't be anything other than bittersweet.
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„Stop crying, Sakura."
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Because you are bitter
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She looks up to you, surprised, tears still floating down face, but then you see how her mouth curves into a weak, but real smile.
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And she is sweet after all.
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