روايات وقصص ضمن Love Like Cherry Blossoms

"Edward, please collect the pieces of that book and make sure that every last page is burned." As we step into the valley and make our way through all the cherry blossom trees, I know that this shall be the parting scent that I shall know my beloved as. But what moves me beyond the beauty of their pink flowers is the rows of fairies that bid us farewell as we leave. They, too, do not know my beloved, but my beloved is receiving their blessing into the world beyond. One small tear escapes my eye; I believe these shall become frequent for a long time, if not forever.

I forced a smile that felt worse than crying. "Oh! Right!" Lily suddenly perked up, like she'd just remembered something, and excitedly pulled out her phone. "For the past three years, Alex has written me an email love letter every single day. Never missed one. He said it's his way of missing me. Look, here's this morning's." She turned her phone screen to me. It clearly showed: "My dearest Lily. Spring is almost here. When the snow melts, let's go see the cherry blossoms in the Moonlight Forest, okay? Forever loving you, Alex."

" Alex woke up again; he is trying to calm his breathing and is crying. 'Ashly, please, I am sorry. Please come back, Ashly, please.' He keeps repeating this in his mind over and over again. 'I love you, Ashly, I love you.' until he sees her in his dream, until both of them are going to suffer because of each other. Alex smiles when he remembers the day he took Ashly to see cherry blossoms. The cherry blossoms on the river embankment bloom softly and warmly, with layers of crimson and clouds generally hanging on the bank. The river water is also stained with warmth, gurgling, and flowing. Alex and Ashly found a quiet grassland and sat down.

Min-ho held Si-ri’s hand and took him outside and showed him a plant. “What’s this?” Si-ri exclaimed in surprise. “You’re such a dumb girl. It's a plant,” Min-ho jokingly said and laughed out loud but quickly brushed off his laughter once he saw Si-ri’s angry face. “Do you remember when you told me that you love cherry blossoms and how much you were craving to dance in the rain of pink petals of cherry blossom trees? So, here this is a mini cherry blossom.”

It was a picture taken when Clayton proposed to me. That summer, I said to him, “Clayton, if you ever decide to propose, promise me there will be fireworks. “Our love should be as bright and beautiful as fireworks.” In the end, when Clayton proposed, he set off fireworks across the entire city for me. Under the fireworks, we made wishes to cherish each other and grow old together. However, we forgot that fireworks were fleeting by nature. After the brief, brilliant display, nothing remained. Clayton remembered that day, too.

Once outside, Flora Amor greeted everyone with a radiant smile. Camera flashes erupted from every direction as she stepped onto the peach carpet. She waited for her mother, then slipped her arm through hers, and together they walked down the aisle. Whispers followed them, but Flora Amor searched for only one face. Another song filled the air—LOVE OF MY LIFE by Jim Brickman. She felt weightless, as if floating. The lyrics seemed to be Dixal’s unspoken vow, sung straight from his heart. When she looked at him, he was staring back, unmoving. She caught him bowing his head, discreetly wiping away a tear.

The day she left Riverbourne, her plane soared over a sprawling field of white roses. Her old favorite. But not anymore. Now, she loved sunflowers. Some people think there's always another chance. They don't realize they already had their last.

“Besides, I think you made up for it quite a bit. It’s all good from now on.” I laugh, clutching the flowers against my chest. I used to love red roses, even when I was getting them from the Human world. But now, I love peonies even more. It’s the thing he loves to give me when he feels so sweet, and I cherish that. “I’m glad you think it’s all made up now.”

The fields looked freshly viridescent. The sound of birds and the laughter of children could be heard all over. The cherry blossoms looked mind-freshing. Their pink shades made it look imaginary, It felt as if it was some kind of wonderland. The sun was like a ball of fire. It stood proudly over the sky, giving the world a new ray of hope. The park was accented with creamy vanilla and soft, almond-like aromas of the pink cherry blossoms, making earthlings aware that that the spring had arrived again.

She hugged him tighter and said, "I like Roses and evergreen trees, and I like things that represent longevity!" Anyway, as long as it was not lilies, anything would do! Rose didn't hate lilies previously but at this moment, she despised them.