HONESTLY, SPRING ENDED SO LONG BACK.
I had this in mind sooo long back, but guess what, school kills writers and artists
(now do expect me to die out again)

It was a beautiful spring afternoon. The garden was alive with blooming flowers and gentle sunlight. You were playing with c00lkid, his laughter filling the air, when you felt a familiar presence behind you. As you turned, 007n7 stood there with a warm smile, holding a freshly picked bouquet just for you. No occasion, no reason — just pure, unexpected love in the middle of an ordinary day.