The Enchanted Days
He still visited that place, with a dull ache in his heart. The one place he had known happiness in his life. The magnificent cherry blossom tree would sway in the wind, dropping its blushing petals into the glassy water below. So many magical days were spent in this place.
He still hoped, desperately, that he would see her there. Billowing dress, emerald-green eyes, and friendly lips turned up into a smile. They would sit under the tree and watch as day slowly gave way to the sparkling stars above. They would discover brand new wonders together again, believing they were the first ones in the world to do so. And maybe, just maybe, he would finally be able to taste those scarlet lips.
This place had a dreamlike essence to it, as if the years of magic and wonder had set an enchantment on it somehow. The sun was large and orange, with an arch of silver clouds holding on, reaching to both ends of the sky. The large, crooked tree was stunning even with its gnarled bark twisting every which way, spring flowers giving way to selfish green leaves that craned toward the sunlight. Standing here again made him swell with indescribable feelings, like a bitter sweet torture.