That bright springtime, when they loved each other, she had scattered without him knowing it the branch full of bitter white of a cherry tree in bloom and a delicate petal had slipped, like randomly, in the envelope with the love letter. The petal had faded away before reaching the end of the long way, leaving behind it only a little spring perfume that made him smile like one does to a mild memory. And he didn’t know that she had been.
Next summer, when, for missing him too much, she had gotcloser wi