At that moment, I turned around. The cool breeze of the wind beaded on my rosy and cold cheeks. I felt the air seize me and its scent hypnotize me. She had such beautiful eyes. A penetrating gaze. I had a passionate desire to discover his soul. I had never felt this for anyone. It felt like I was born for this moment. She smiled at me and called out to me. She had made a whim to invite me to join her I think. I approached. We have talked. We laughed. Everything seemed so rosy with her. We walked to a park where we sat down. We looked at the sky without saying anything just to appreciate the moment. I could feel her hair touching me. Her piercing and beautiful eyes gazed at the horizon in search of wonder. She pointed to a tree. He was tall and majestic. She said: 《If I must die, bury me there!》. His words were so funny and meaningless. We burst out laughing together. Days passed and I had developed something more precious that went beyond love, friendship or sex. I felt like I was understood. When she told me I understand, she really understood. I felt good and even safe with her. I felt like I was flying with her in the same direction. I loved it so much when she gave me hugs. She was so sweet. Her hands were so delicate and caring. One day she announced to me that she had cancer and that she was in her terminal phase. She wanted to wait before telling me because her medication was not finished. The doctors had exhausted their means. She wanted to spend the rest of the time with me. 《It doesn't matter what you want to do, as long as we stay together.》We decided to travel and discover the most beautiful places in Florida. We got into a rented Wennebago and drove. Every night, every day. We had fun, we laughed, to tears. I loved taking care of her and having her take care of me. Every morning she asked how I was doing in a way that only she could understand. 《Do you feel good?》I liked to flatter her gently to reassure her, calm her down, give her my moral support. She no longer had her thick hair, but she was still beautiful. On D-Day, I had cried so much. She passed out during our trip. I had panicked. She was in the hospital and I had to wait. Expect. Fortunately, she was fine. This stress, her life hanging by a thread, not seeing her again. Let her go without leaving any remains. I had come to her room this day to bring her flowers and a drawing of her. I had drawn it while she slept as a gift to her the nights before the incident. The drawing was not finished, but I wanted her to have this memory. She smiled and sank down quietly. I had shaken her in all directions. Denial took hold of me. I had shouted for help. Tears were flowing without my being able to do anything. I was helpless. She was gone. The clouds kept moving. The earth to turn, but my world seemed to have stopped. His body was inherited. The muffled sound. Immobile I remained in front of his empty body. It wasn't her anymore. A long, interminable beep engulfed the room. Alone, without family. Just me and her. Part. Back to square one. A lost life, such a beautiful soul who fought and lived. So kind, passionate, spontaneous, caring, loving. Anything that describes an angel that heaven has called back. Only memory memorized in this small fragile head after his departure. The heavy burial. You and me together. I read you a letter to an empty audience. You deserved this funeral. I cried again and took you with me to that tree. I had dug myself. I had arranged everything with the municipality so that you were entitled to your tree. To sleep at his bedside so that he grows through your ashes. You will embellish it. He will grow and so will you. I will watch you every day. I am going to leave you letters in the hope that where you are from, you can read them and laugh at my monotonous life without your judgments on my musical tastes. What I would give to hear your laughter and your nonsense. A life spent with you will never be enough Maniolia, aka Mona. Purely Pressi.
