About the book: year / Nineteen. There is something in this number; it not only brought us together, binding us forever, but also took part in dividing us. Nineteenth January 1996. I will never forget this. On this day we met. I was seven and she was six. That day she moved into the house next door, and that day I fell in love with a girl for the first time. Exactly nineteen years later, all my dreams came true when she became my wife. She was the love of my life. My soulmate. To my everyone. The reason I couldn't wait to wake up every morning. Then tragedy struck. Nineteen days after our wedding, she was in an accident that would change our lives forever. When she woke up from her coma, she didn’t remember me, us, our love. I was crushed. She was my air and I couldn't breathe without her. The sparkle that once sparkled in her eyes when she looked at me was gone. Now I was a stranger to her. I not only lost my wife, I lost my best friend. But I refused to let this tragedy end our relationship. Then I started writing letters to her, stories of our lives. About how we met. About happy times and everything we experienced together. What happened between us is too wonderful to forget. This is our story...