"Laughing.
Smiling.
Grinning.
Shaking my head.
Muttering, ""spring does to the cherry trees, indeed""!
Laughing so much. Oh my god, that doesn't begin to cover it, not even a petal.
Dare I say, ""not even 2 or 4 of your soft pink petals,"" dear?
I love you, [name], I love you so much.
I might be crazy for that, but somehow, I don't mind.
Somehow, I do not mind a bit.
Kisses, baby."