From Me
[For Sakura]
You are strange.
You are abnormal, childish, and obnoxious. You are uncontrollable. Clashing against you, your body twisting and flipping gracefully away from me, a body that didn't meet the requirements for my collection. You are a distraction, something I don't take lightly. I had to keep an impatient eye on you in battle. You enrage me, and nobody has ever done that before.
You are art, nonetheless. One out of my preference, one that is mystical and can disappear from sight, but come back in the counts of a shivering breath. You came and left like the lifespan of the pink trees, so fleeting. You had an ignited flame, one that never dissipated. Your body was like the countdown of grains of sand tumbling down in your proportions, time running out as your legs grew heavy.
You contain enough strength to tear down the Sun and crush the moon. As terrifying as it is, it is beautiful. Many beautiful things have been wasted so quickly, in a brief light that soon diminishes into a candle flame. Even though you are fleeting on the outside, legs dancing and our eyes flickering at each other, your willpower will last forever, a bright light that never dims, only increasing its intensity as time goes. Evermore.
You irritated me with your distractions. Your presence. Your fists. Your legs.
So, to die in the hands of someone like you, [I can tolerate that.]
Sakura.
You are strange.
[But,]
You are strong. You are confident... You are beautiful... You are fleeting.
You will live. You are Sakura.
Goodbye. [This isn't goodbye, rather 'till we meet again.']