Chapter 1
The people said that Esteban was strange. He always walked alone, talked to the wind and left letters in the old oak tree in the park. They said he was crazy, that no one answered him. But he smiled tenderly every time the wind blew through the leaves.
Sofia, the baker's daughter, always watched him from afar. She didn't see him like the others. In his eyes there was no madness, but an unwavering faith, as if he were waiting for something that the others couldn't understand.
One rainy afternoon, while people ran for shelter, Sofia found him next to the oak tree, leaving another letter. This time she couldn't contain her curiosity.
"Who are you writing to?" she asked shyly.
Esteban looked at her in surprise. No one had ever asked her that before.
“For her,” he replied with a melancholic smile, pointing to the sky. “Years ago, the person I loved the most promised to come back, but she never did. She told me that if we ever parted, I should write to the wind. That it would carry my words to her.”
Sofia felt a pang in her chest. People said Esteban lived in a fantasy world, but she saw something else: a purity so beautiful it hurt.
Days later, she decided to do something no one had ever done before. She wrote a letter and left it on the same oak tree. It said, “If the wind can carry your words, maybe it can bring them back too.”
The next morning, she found Esteban waiting for her with a letter in his hand.
“The wind gave me your answer,” he whispered with a radiant smile.
From that day on, they wrote letters together, believing in the magic of the wind. And even though no one else understood their innocent and pure love, they knew the truth: some souls are meant to meet, even in the stories only the wind can tell.
