I find the letter. Worn. Faded. The words still familiar.
Melodic whispers of another time, another place. Of two faces, close together, flushing beneath a thousand sunlit cherry blossoms. The blushing trees stretching endlessly in every direction, motionless…as if holding their breath, waiting, listening.
His soft, brown eyes already asked the question. Her heart beat out an answer. An answer. An answer.
He held her in his eyes. She touched his cheek. And for a moment they were one. They were forever. All that was, all that would be, colliding in perfect stillness…
Before I finish reading, I slip the yellowing paper back into its envelope.
I close my eyes and find that moment…crystalized, frozen in time…pink petals suspended in the air. No questions. No fear. No doubt.
No words left unspoken. No letters left unanswered.
Just him. And me. And my heart still beating out an answer. An answer. An answer.