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A.N.: this was written when my imagination was running wild. THIS IS VERY BAD! Don't ask....
Memories of My Cherry Blossom
I remember the day I first saw you. Your sapphire-blue eyes were confused and tense, and you sat as still as the tree that shared your name. I remember when the Lasenboard(sp?) singled you out as the Card Captor. And I remember the anger I felt every tie you captured the card.
I look back at that and curse myself for being too prideful, so filled with jealousy and hate that I nearly went mad, and was blind from the truth. The truth that you couldn't help what had happened, or that you had to right the wrong.
But as the ever-flowing river of time went on, my anger, hate, and pride seeped away, until the truth came forth. As I remember this, I remembered how beautiful you looked, when capturing cards and during normal, everyday life.
You showed me so many faces, some of grief and anger, and of happiness and kindness, of fear...and of love. The love you showed your family...and me.
And as I look back at these memories of years past, I wonder, "Were you named after this tree, Sakura? Or was it named after you for your beauty?"
Well? How bad was it? Tell me! Flame me if u want. I don't care. Reviews GREATLY appreciated.
A.N.: this was written when my imagination was running wild. THIS IS VERY BAD! Don't ask....
Memories of My Cherry Blossom
I remember the day I first saw you. Your sapphire-blue eyes were confused and tense, and you sat as still as the tree that shared your name. I remember when the Lasenboard(sp?) singled you out as the Card Captor. And I remember the anger I felt every tie you captured the card.
I look back at that and curse myself for being too prideful, so filled with jealousy and hate that I nearly went mad, and was blind from the truth. The truth that you couldn't help what had happened, or that you had to right the wrong.
But as the ever-flowing river of time went on, my anger, hate, and pride seeped away, until the truth came forth. As I remember this, I remembered how beautiful you looked, when capturing cards and during normal, everyday life.
You showed me so many faces, some of grief and anger, and of happiness and kindness, of fear...and of love. The love you showed your family...and me.
And as I look back at these memories of years past, I wonder, "Were you named after this tree, Sakura? Or was it named after you for your beauty?"
Well? How bad was it? Tell me! Flame me if u want. I don't care. Reviews GREATLY appreciated.