We were both 20 years old, on vacation in Riva del Garda. We met one night at a dance club on the beach.
I had just arrived that afternoon. For him, it was his last night there—he was supposed to leave for Sweden with his friends the next day.
But when his friends left, he stayed for me. At the end of the holiday, he came with me to Carpi, my hometown, to meet my parents.
Then, he took me to Milan to meet his family.
We were deeply in love.
After his military service, we got married, and I moved to Milan to be with him.
We had a beautiful little girl, a happy marriage, many friends, and a wonderful life together.
Then, during a short vacation in Prague with our best friends, a truck crashed into our car. Everyone died except me.
I was badly injured, but I survived.
I healed, but my life was never the same.
Time passed, and the pain became softer. My daughter got married and gave me four beautiful grandchildren. They fill my heart with love.
Today, I am happy.
But I will always miss him.