Nineteen letters / Jodi Perry.

Nineteen. There is something about that number that not only brought us together, but bonded us forever. For a time, it tore us apart. The 19th of January, 1996 ...I'll never forget it. It was the day we met. I was seven and she was six. It was the day she moved in next door, and the same day I developed my first crush on a girl. Exactly nineteen years later, all my dreams came true when she became my wife. The love of my life-my soulmate. She was my everything. The reason I looked forward to waking up every morning. Then tragedy struck. Nineteen days after our wedding day, she was in an accident that would change our lives forever. When she woke from her coma, she had no memory of me, of us, of the love we shared. I'd lost my best friend. I refused to let this tragedy be the end of us. That's when I started writing her letters.The stories of our life. Of when we met. About the happier times, and everything we'd experienced together. What we had was far too beautiful to be forgotten.