Sakura,
With only the moonlight to guide every stroke of my nimble fingers I'm still trying to write with, I'm writing this letter to you, hoping this would suffice for all the times you laid your heart out to me in smudges of ink and smell of home.
I'm desperately trying to find the right words to say. You know I have never been the kind that says the right things; does the right things. Hell, I've done things to you that no person should ever do to another. This made this letter so much harder to write — knowing that I'm trying to redeem myself to the woman who I almost lost because I was lost myself.
But then I remember that you're my wife and you chose to be.
You said yes under the shade of an old tree, looking at me with those bright eyes, blinding me with their brilliance and passion and love — so much love — that I couldn't even blink for one second to miss it. You breathed yes against my mouth, my neck, my heart; breathing life to everything I thought was already dead in me. You whispered yes over and over, tracing it against my skin and embedding it through my brain that I'm sure I will never forget the timbre of your voice when you said yes to being mine.
You chose me to be your husband and I am eternally grateful.
As I go another day without hearing the sound of your laughter and the feel of your soothing fingers, I thought of you and how lucky our daughter is hearing and feeling you there with her. I thought of how lucky everyone in the village is seeing you there and healing them. I thought of how lucky your friends are for having conversations with you and eating lunch with you. I thought of how lucky I am being yours.
I am yours, Sakura. I have never been so sure in my life when I asked you to marry me, and I am yours. Always.
Tonight as I write my heart out to you, I am looking at the moon, knowing that on the other side of the world you're looking at it too. We're under the same moonlight, you and I. I remember how your skin would glow and your eyes would shine even brighter, and I remember how my heart would skip a beat for you have always been so beautiful.
On your day, I can promise you a hundred different things — I can promise to eat on time, to use the cloak you brought when the nights are too cold, to look at the stars and think of you when the days are too lonely.
I can, but I won't. Because I can only do one thing, and that's to come home to you.
Mata kondo na, Sakura.
-S
A flicker of chakra came from behind and Sakura couldn't tear her crying eyes away from the letter. Her heart was pounding mercilessly, knocking at her bones trying to claw out of her chest.
Warmth surrounded her — heart, body and soul. Warm chest on her back, warm breath on her neck, warm hand on her stomach. She folded the letter neatly and dropped it on the bed where she found it.
Strong but gentle hands gripped the lone one on her stomach and his eyes closed shut. He inhaled spring, the scent of his wife making everything else a blur. He heard a soft sniffle and the wild beat of his own heart.
He opens his eyes and he saw her turn around, bathed in the moonlight he was talking about in his letter. He lifted his only hand and touched her forehead with his two fingers.
He traced it to the slope of her nose down to her lips where he replaced it with his thumb. Soft lips puckered to kiss it and made Sasuke grasp her chin and lift it up. Her eyes glitter in the dark and it reminded him that not all things that shine are gold.
Sometimes, it's just Uchiha Sakura's eyes welcoming you home.
~fin~
A/N: oh my god, i am alive dksnsks i'm back just because it's our queen's birthday uwu happy birthday to our queen uchiha sakura! sorry this was too short, i have no sleep so this would have to be enough for now lmao gotta sleep so ya... enjoy the rest of the sakura day!