Alma walked with me in the park, it was always our favorite place. We met in that park over 50 years ago. As we passed by the fig tree that we loved so much, she took my hand.
«You were so sweet that afternoon, we ran to that tree, we were soaked, and I hugged you so tightly. I didn’t feel cold anymore, that’s how we became boyfriend and girlfriend, feeling you so close to me, your warmth, the beat of your heart against my ear. This tree is wonderful, it looks just like that afternoon. Do you remember?» Alma said to me as we looked at the tree. «Of course I remember, Alma, this heart still belongs to you, my love,» I said as I kissed her hand.
«Sometimes I’m afraid,» I said without thinking. «I’m afraid too, but look at this tree,» she paused just as a breeze made the huge tree dance. «Fear is difficult to overcome because it takes hold of you, but even this huge tree won’t be here forever, sometimes knowing that we’re going to leave is what really makes life matter,» I kissed her hand again and hugged her. I wanted her to hear my heart again, as on that afternoon, it beat with the same force for her.
The embrace ended with a sweet smile from Alma, I took her hand, and we looked at the tree. Again, a breeze ran through the park, she squeezed my hand and let go, knowing that I had lost her again. «What a lovely park! Do you come here often?» Alma said to me with a distant look. «Yes, I met my wife here,» I replied as we started walking.
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