While I am passing the crossroad I know I am late. I am sure that he will wait for me, just like what he have done for so many years.

We broke up after graduation. We were too young to regret. I went abroad and so did he.

Three years later I came back with an engagement ring on my finger. He said nothing but showed his success in his field. I was told that he had no stable relationships with no one.

The night before my wedding he phoned me and expressed his greeting. I knew he is crying.

I still had to go into the church, walk on the red carpet with my hand in my father’s, and step toward the guy who gave me the ring.

Every year since then I will receive a greeting card from him. He called, rarely. I knew I care about him but I care about my child, too. And, I had a family.

Not until my divorce last year for my husband’s fare, cards and phones from him were getting more and more. Words of the cards and times for the phones were getting longer and longer.

I knew he was there. I know he is there.

We planned to meet today, 15 years later from our last date.

I am late. I have to run.

He is 20 steps away looking outside the window from a cafe shop with his favorite hot cappuccino in hand.

I have to run to him to tell my sorry for keeping him wait. I have to run while seeing a gray ven run the red light. I have to run even though I feel flying.

And then, I can’t run.

I know he is still waiting for me, 20 steps away.