A letter, a story and a tree

Wait for me at the place we met for the first time.

Take your umbrella, you know it rains a lot out there,

and it might be cold.

Wait for me, walk around that tree

I used to love three years ago.

Don't get bored if I start taking too long,

these memories are heavy and they slow me down.

Wait for me my love,

I know I've said this before,

but this will be be our last time set apart.

You've been my hope, my reason,

and my thoughts all this time.

Just wait for me only once more,

for the last time

and I'll be there,

I can't disappoint you anymore.

There is some much I have to tell you

not even words can say how I feel,

but I feel you,

and I know how you feel,

so baby please,

just wait for me.

She waited there, under the tree where they met three years before, days and nights she waited, looking at different faces walking by her, any of those was his, she was there again, with hope and her red umbrella, thinking of his words running through her fingers. She waited under the rain, one more time, just like he said, "only once more", their last time.

(foto: Huancayo, Peru)