Before going further, I want to talk to my wife .. I know they are banal and corny .. but believe me, you know you .. us ..
Shalia Folie .. when I met her was little more than a little girl .. I called the woman .. always ..
.. .. She was 19 then when I saw it the first time on the bridge .. I was there for work .. as always .. and she was the queen of the night ..
I do not know why I never like it, but we were talking about that night .. and be engaged seven months later ..
We loved each other like two teenagers at the first love story .. to be with her was like touching the sky with a finger .. I loved her more than anything else .. and she loved me more about herself .. we got married two years after the engagement ..
She was 22, I 23 .. we were young and happy, rich and full of desire for life ... our wedding was worthy of the best stories .. celebrities, influential people, politicians, models, friends childhood and family .. we, we with our love ..
And now? Now she is dead and this picture is the only thing I have left her, along with a sea of beautiful memories ... 4 years of memories ... broken by a cruel and unknown MURDERESS that I have to find.
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