I wonder when I started looking for them.

I mean presents.

They weren't even for me.

It was for her. That special girl, who appeared before me once and in that moment, she captured my heart.

I wish I could see her.

Sometimes I would walk past the displays in the shops and wonder if it would suit her short brown hair. Maybe instead of those cherry coloured hair ties, those blue ribbons would look better.

I know everytime I think this I would run into the shop and head straight to the counter.

However holding that gift in my hands I would always wonder:

Will she like this?

But really would I meet her again?

How should I give it to her?

Should I walk causally and start a conversation?

Bump into her and say it was an accident?

I stopped pacing at the traffic light: red, red, red.

At the sight of green the people walked across, bumping into each other. It was rush hour afterall.

My eyes wandered off into the crowds,

Brown hair, cherries…brown…cherry..

A girl around the same height as me walked past. Time stopped then, for just a few seconds.

In that time, I smelt the fragrance of cherry blossoms.

Brown hair..cherries…brown…cherry blossoms…

I tightened my grip on my present.

Was it her?

My mind went blank; my eyes followed her; my heartbeat thumped faster.

I walked towards her, slowly at first then gradually as she disappeared along with the rush of people.

I pushed people back and they yelled at me angrily.

But I didn't care.

It was a second time.

It had to be her..

Brown hair..cherries…brown…cherry blossoms..

I was only a few paces away from her…

In just a matter of seconds I'd be able to reach out…

Give her the gift…

An old man appeared behind her...barely able to withstand the pushing in the rush hour.

I hesitated.

I waited for the man to move.

I didn't move him.

I couldn't.

The man finally moved.

I hobbled towards her.

She was still in sight.

I reached out and placed my hand on her shoulder.

This was the moment.

Now she would turn around.

And see me.

Brown hair…cherries…brown…cherry blossoms..

'Excuse me?' the woman turned around. Cherry blossoms..i couldn't smell it. Her eyes were different; her nose was too big; her chin was too sharp.

"Sorry" I mumbled as my cheeks felt hot.

I let her go.

And as I did, I let myself be carried off by the crowd. That awful rush hour.

Syaoran! Syaoran!

I heard someone calling my name.

Syaoran! Syaoran!

I turned around.

A familiar face was waving at me, smiling and yelling my name.

What was there to be happy about?

I mistook her for someone else.

It wasn't her.

There is no second time.

Maybe won't cut it.

We actually will never meet again.

Enough with the present buying.

She won't get it. Ever.

SYAORAN!

A black haired girl stared at me angrily.

'I called you so many times, why didn't you answer me?!'

'It's over…maybe we will never meet…no never..' I muttered.

'What's wrong with you?' She said, placing her hands on her hips.

'Anyways, I was shopping with my new friend over here, right Sakura?' she said.

I didn't bother looking up, but…cherry blossoms, I could smell it.

'Um…yeah,' another voice replied.

Swiftly I turned my face around.

Brown hair…cherries…brown…cherry blossoms…

'Hi,' she stuttered, her face red from embarrassment.

'Hi,' I replied, 'Here a gift.'

'Thanks,' she smiled as she placed the present in her hands.

I did it.

I finally gave it to her.

'Do you guys know each other?' Meiling asked surprised at our actions.

'I've seen her…once…' I trailed off.

'Me too, I seen you before too,' she replied humbly.

We both stood like idiots and blushed madly.

I did find her. So there was a second time.

And I did give it to her.

She did like it.

It is her.

It's her.

Sakura.