As the days passed, they became months, then finally two years and Syaoran's feelings still had not washed clear off, but he knew he promised Sakura to return, yet he was not sure if she was still waiting for him as she had promised. If she hadn't, it was okay. She had found a new life; one without him.

"Konnichiwa, is Kinomoto Sakura there?"

"May I ask who is calling?"

"Li Syaoran."

"Ah, Syaoran! My daughter has been waiting. Please hold."

"Okay."

"Konnichiwa?"

"S... Sa... Sakura," Syaoran finally muffled out.

"May I ask who is calling?" the tender voice chirped.

"S... Syaoran," he replied stiffly.

"Syaoran? Syaoran Li?" she gasped.

"Aye," he replied quietly.

"SYAORAN! Oh Syaoran! Meet me at the park now!" Sakura squealed.

"Uh, okay?" he replied quietly.

He rode his new bicycle out to meet his old friend and was surprised she even remembered him. Syaoran could only think that she had found herself a boyfriend and no longer loved Syaoran Li, but someone else.

"Sakura!" he shouted. Sakura and himself were quite surprised by his greeting.

"Syaoran!" she shouted back, jumping into his open arms. Tears came streaming down her face as he wiped them away, setting her down on the ground once more.

"I thought you'd never come back. Especially since today is my fifteenth birthday. Remember two years ago? Your promise?" she sniffled.

"Aye. I remember it," he replied.

"Have you... wiped me away?" she asked nervously.

"I... I tried. I... I couldn't," he admitted.

"This is unbelievable for me to say, but... but I'm glad you couldn't," she replied, her eyes shining brilliantly.

"Nani? Glad?" he gasped.

"Because I wanted... wanted to share this with you for my fifteenth birthday," she whispered quietly into his ear. She carefully had their eyes connected and gave him the exact kiss they shared two years ago.

After their shared kiss, Syaoran looked at her blankly. He saw the tender smile he so longed to see – the one that he wanted to keep forever. Now he had it forever.

"Why me?" he asked.

"Oh Syaoran, must you ask that? Gomen for saying this, but, you've always been the one I've loved. I've missed you – I wanted to write, but, I knew you wouldn't write back because you were always trying to wipe me from your memories. But Syaoran, my love, that's in the past. I don't want to say ja ne to you any longer. I want you to love me, because I have always loved you, even though you didn't want to love me," she replied softly.

"Gomen, this must –" he began, but Sakura placed her finger at his lips.

"Shhh, there is no need to say anything more. Just enjoy the night, this time we can spend together. This night that I have longed for. This night that you have longed for," she whispered. Then they stayed in their exact position, sharing the kiss they did two years ago. The one they longed for – their first.

"So, Sakura, how was seeing Syaoran again?" Fujitaka Kinomoto asked.

"Why must you know, Otou-san?" Sakura giggled giddily.

"Oh, so a father cannot know what his daughter has been doing with an old friend now? Gomen for asking, but you've been acting strangely since it all happened," he replied.

"Aye, Sakura. Otou-san is right. What happened? Two years ago you were crying at the airport and now you're all over him. Is something wrong?" Touya reasoned.

"All we did was go to the park. You wouldn't understand... it's not the same," she sighed dreamily.

"Not the same, eh? I hear Syaoran's a descendant of this so-called 'Clow Reed'. Is that correct?" Fujitaka said.

"It's not 'so-called' as you say! Clow Reed is real! I helped capture the cards!" she yelled, her heart beating terribly fast.

"You were involved?" Touya asked.

"Yes!" she snapped.

"Oh. We had no idea," Fujitaka said in a calming voice.

"Why do you want to know what I did with Syaoran anyways, and answer me this time!" she said sternly.

"Because... we think that you may love him," Fujitaka said quietly, eyeing the golden locket around her neck.

"I... I do, okay?! Now leave me alone!" she spurted, rushing up to her room.

"She loves him? Otou-san, Sakura is too young for love!" Touya replied sharply.

"Touya, let the girl be in love. Syaoran may be her only chance of surviving the life we're giving her. You know high school's hard, so just let her be. She's found her true love, let her be happy. Don't take that away from her," he said softly to his son.

"Gomen Otou-san, I just don't want her to get hurt," Touya replied.

As the night passed, Sakura dreamt of Syaoran. How she loved him. She needed him. This was the day she had so longed for. She could simply remember her fourteenth birthday alone; even with Tomoyo and Meiling; she was still desperately alone... without the one she so loved. She knew Yukito sensed it, but she fell forward, only thinking of Syaoran – her love.

"Ohayo, Sakura," Touya said softly, placing a gentle kiss on Sakura's cheek. He could remember how he used to do that whenever she was ill.

"Touya? Ohayo," Sakura muffled back. All Touya could see was his beautiful sister who was now deeply in love.

"Anou... come with me. Otou-san has made up for his late arrival for your birthday," Touya said gently and quietly.

"Really? What is it?" Sakura questioned, quickly getting up.

"You'll see... you may find it sort of... kawaii in its own way," he replied softly.

"Kawaii? I must see for myself!" Sakura sighed deeply.

Touya blindfolded her and lead her by the hand down the stairs to their basement. There he quietly let go of her hand.

"I should leave you with your gift now," he said quietly. Then he left her, still blindfolded.

"But Touya! How do I take off this fold!" she yelled, but he did not reply. He was no longer in the room.

"Here," a deep voice went. Off came the blindfold and Sakura gasped as she stood there, not believing what she was seeing.

"You are my gift?" she gasped excitedly.

"Yes," came the reply.

"Oh my goodness! I love you!" Sakura cried, leaping into Syaoran's arms.

Syaoran, that one person who held every secret Sakura knew about herself. She was amazed at how quickly she had fallen in love with this mysterious young man.

"I love you," he said quietly, then pressed his lips against Sakura's soft right cheek, making her blush uncontrollably.

They stayed in each other's arms for quite awhile before letting go, yet deep inside Sakura wished it had always been this way. She wondered if Syaoran was her true love – the one where they would never be inseparable. She somehow felt that she and Syaoran would forever be together – nothing would keep them apart. Nothing...