I might have had a shallow crush on you once, Sasuke, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid.
I know when you say "Tadaima," and I reply "Okaeri,", and when I hug you and you kiss me, you're pretending I have big blue eyes and soft blonde spikes.
But I don't. I am Sakura; that girl, your teammate, your wife.
And yet I think you can't see that my hair's pink and my eyes are green. I'm a person with emotions, Sasuke, not your replacement for Naruto. But I don't say anything, and you keep pretending, because at least you're happy that way.
Because for all your Uchiha blood and Sharingan, Sasuke, you're still blind.