Like the petals of the Sakura in spring we bloom.
Some flowers bloom late and some early. It doesn't matter, really. At the peak of the season, millions of other glorious petals will all be around us. Each showing off their beauty and vigor in all its splendor for all to see!
Sometimes, we get lucky.
We get to meet very special ones. So special that against all odds, among a myriad of other petals around, they get to bloom at the right place and at the right time.
With them, life is nothing short of extraordinary. With them we smile to meet the sun in the morning and feel the comfort of its warmth. We gracefully sway together to the rhytm of the gentle breeze in the day. Then we cherishly bathe in the colors of the sunset. And as the stars start to rule the sky, we feel like we could just look at them dreamily until the dew starts to melt in our eyes.
Storms do come, however. And despite all the strong rain and the harsh winds that try to destroy us, at the end of the day what we always want is to find ourselves still holding each other.
Holding on.
We want to hold on. Forever. However a deep realization will soon come that like the seasons, forever it is not.
No matter how strong our grip is, and no matter how loud our cries are, if the time has come, we have to learn to let go.
Even the gentlest breeze can softly carry any one of us away.
