This was a day I'll always remember. I think about this day everyday.

And I'll forever remember it to the day I die.

~*~

He didn't say anything he just walked to me and sat down.

He grabbed the journal that was next to me and opened it as if nothing happened.

"So, why have you been ignoring me?"
He asked abruptly after a few minutes.

"I... Uh... I d-don't..."
I quietly mumbled. I didn't really know what to say.

He didn't do anything wrong, I did.

I honestly had no reason to ignore him. And it wasn't initially my intention. It just sorta happened.

"Did I do something to make you angry?"
He asked me. He knew he didn't do anything wrong, he just wanted me to talk about it.

And I couldn't.
"I'm s-sorry that I ki-kissed you"
I said. He chuckled at me and shook his head a little.

I squinted my eyes a little. Was he mocking me for apologizing ooooor?

"Something funny?"
I asked, getting a little frustrated.

"Nope. Nothing"
He chuckled and went back to his book.

"Uh!?"

"Hmm?" He said looking up at me with a grin.

"Why're you laughing at me?"
I asked crossing my arms defensively
"I wasn't. I was chuckling at you."

He replied. I scoffed and grabbed my notebook.

"So, me or your poems?"
I asked. Two can play at this game.
He raised his eyebrow.

"What?" He didn't even know what I was talking about.

"Well, sense both are beautiful and everything" his eyes widened just a tiny, tiny bit.

This time, I chuckled and began writing in my notebook.

He took my journal out of my hands.
"Hey!"
I shouted playfully attempting to grab it back.

"What were you just saying? About poems and you?!"
He asked

I chuckled again and grabbed the notebook from his hands.

I looked through one of the pages and took the piece of paper out.

He furrowed his eyebrows, and I handed him the paper and watched his eyes move back and fourth from the words.

His neck went dark red as he put the paper down and cleared his throat.

I smirked at him as he avoided my gaze.

"So anyway..." He starts after a minute or two.

I put my journal down and rest my chin on my left Palm.

"Okay, we need to talk about the elephant in the room"
He said, putting his book away as well. And by away I mean next to him.

"But we're outside" I said sarcastically.

"I'm serious"
He said again.

"Alrighty..." I murmured.
"Now, be completely honest. Why did you kiss me?"

I didn't respond. I just stared up at then branches and cherry blossom leaves.

"Joey"
He said sternly
I rolled my eyes but still didn't look at him.

"Joey"
He said again, more annoyed this time.
I fidgeted my hands in my lap as I looked anywhere that wasn't Daniel.

"Joseph"
He said poking my cheek. I still avoided his gaze.

I cleared my throat as Daniel changed his seating situation, and sat next to me.

"Joooeeyyy" he said extending his words. I turn a big so we were facing eachother.

"Can we please just forget that I did what I did?"
I asked, finally looking at him.

"No. We can't erase our minds" he chuckled. I rolled my eyes slightly but still looked at him.

"Okay, I know I shouldn't have kissed you, I apologize, I wasn't really thinking I just randomly thou-"

I was cut off by his lips pressing up against mine.

I didn't really know what to do.

After a few seconds, I kissed back. Letting my eyes flutter closed.

I gently placed my right hand on his cheek.

After maybe a minute and a half, we pulled away from eachother.

He smiled at me before grabbing his journal and began writing.

I was completely taken back. I stayed in the position I was in and stared at him.

"W-why did you d-do that?"
I asked after a minute or two went back.

He looked up at me, with the same smile still on his face.

"Hmm. Why did YOU kiss me last week?"
He chuckled. I let my mouth open just a tad.

"Because I'm stupid."
I said quietly. He put down his journal down again and grabbed my hand.

I felt my neck grow warm at his action as I still stared at him.

"Then we can be stupid together"
He told me right before connecting our lips together again.

~*~
That was all 5 years ago. The blossom tree still stands to this day.

We even took our daughter their.

I wanted to name her Blossom, but we ended up naming her Fleur, which his French for Flower.

What? I can't help that I love nature.

But, that's our story...

Our Love Story you could say.

No, let's not call it that.

I'll call it...

The Blossom Tree.

~*~