"Oh Yamato that was such a lovely dinner." Sakura said. "I can't remember a more romantic night than this."

He smiled and reached across the table to hold her hand. He was rewarded with a blush which sent his heart soaring.

She wasn't embarrassed or uncomfortable with him, but new to these things, as she had said. It filled him with joy to know he was the first one to show her them. In a way, he was too. Sure he had been romantic with a woman or two, but never had he poured so much heart into making a woman feel so worshiped as he did to the lovely woman in front of him. The dress, the dinner, everything had been for her. He knew right then and there that she was his entire life's purpose for living. Not just surviving.

Once again he couldn't help but take notice of her form. He had tried so hard to make tonight as perfect as possible but he just could not tear his gaze away from her. Her bangs framed a face too lovely to be seen in public. The forest green dress hugged her curves and brought to his mind images of a tender embrace fallowed with passion filled kisses. But it was her smile above all else that made all of his extreme efforts worth it. Her glossy lips tugged at each corner, and curved at the bottom. They were just begging him to kiss them.

"Sakura this is nothing compared to the romantic feelings I have for you. If I could, I'd plan every dinner we have to be just like this."

"Not every night. I mean, I'm sure I'd get spoiled by it." She smiled.

"Well everyone deserves to be spoiled just a little. And really tonight is nothing compared to the plans I have for us in the future." His fingers slipped between hers to a firmer grasp. He didn't ever want to let go and hopefully she wouldn't turn him away. He inhaled deeply and sent a quick prayer before locking eyes with the woman he loved. "Sakura you are the light of my life. Everything I thought before I met you was terribly wrong. I lived only because I survived, not survived because I lived. At first I didn't understand what you had meant but now that I have gotten to know you, as well as myself, even more, I now realize that there is more to life than simply being present. It is to live each and everyday like it were your last."

Sakura gasped. Her eyes were locked firmly with his, his hand squeezing so tight as if he feared she would run. How could she when she was melting like a snow cone in the summer? Her heart was pounding and she was sure her face couldn't be any redder. She was so engrossed with his words that she hadn't even realized the waitress from earlier had quietly slipped them their deserts.

Yamato's black eyes were willed with so much emotion it made her want to burst out into tears. It all showed in those dark depths of his. He loved her. Surely he had said so before, but the words couldn't hold a candle to the feeling that erupted inside of her. His eyes were the window to his soul and he was willingly showing her inside. He was not afraid to show he was scared. Of what she couldn't figure out, but it was not the fear of fear. It was the fear of…rejection?

"You taught me that. Sakura…" He lifted his other hand to caress the pink flesh of her cheek and reveled in its softness. He wanted to treasure this moment. Even if she turned him away the next minute, he wanted to remember her like this always.