I wanted to be an story and didn't work ...

 

How long has it been?
That day we found each other under the pink rain of cherry blossom's petals. Since that day I've been under your spell and even when you did not accept my feelings I'm still not able to forget you.
Every spring the memories about you comes vividly ... I just can't forget my feelings for you and makes me feel guilty.
I wanted to hate spring, I wanted to hate those beautiful flowers, because my love for you was not able to bloom as beautiful as they do, it stayed there, trapped without blooming not being able to decay either.
Is spring now an I decided to give up on you. Is that correct? Why ask? I don't know ...
That night under the moon light, I noticed the blossoms are not here yet, probably it will take longer for the to bloom. That night also I met him, under that tree. At the beginning I felt upset. Why he had to be in there? Why was he perturbing my memories related to you?
Slowly I found him handsome, beautiful an annoyed me. He is not as beautiful as you but he's different. He's  more real than you but still impossible to reach as you an might be committing another mistake.
I cannot even remember his name, I don't know anything about him but I don't want to either. I don't want that becomes a similar situation like with you...
But every time I see his brown eyes ,I'm mesmerized, like my soul is trapped under the spell of his eyes and I just cannot stop looking at them. Is not like your magic is nothing similar to it but when I hear his voice, it gives me sensations I¡m not familiar with, like anxiety, like when I'm sick, it's so different to the sensations you made me feel.
When is about him I don't feel like I'm dreaming but I know that slowly I'm getting under his strange spell or maybe I'm lying myself and using him, so I can try to forget you. Would it work?
Now I will look at him just s I used to look at you, from far away, with him to noticing it an if he ever does I will look to another direction and this time I won't confess my feelings.
This was supposed to be an story and it became this ,just vague words about someone precious to me (you) who I cannot forget yet an I try to and this person who is changing my feelings and memories about what I learnt to love because of you.
Maybe when the cherries bloom this spring I won't try to hate them anymore...