I still remember our first meeting with a mix of emotions that I can't explain, the person I loved had left me, I thought I would end everything, and yet... When I asked her to pass me a gun, with tears running down my face, she refused.

I don't know what drove her to take me home with her, to take care of me, to work to bring back the sparkle in my blue eyes, to bring back that smile that I had lost forever.

She continues to work as a nurse, for her it is a vocation, she continues to take care of me, and I have never heard her complain, I have always seen her smile. And in a short time I fell in love with her.

In my thoughts, her laughter is the brightest light while I am making her have fun going around the house with my wheelchair.