Gianna

His eyes light up at my question, even in death you can see how much she was loved by him.

“Oh, my dear Gianna! The very love of my life. She was God sent. She had a pure heart, always felt everything intensely. Where do I even start from?”. He sighs.

My eyes stay glued to his every move. His eyes show a man that has known love in its purest form as well as sorrow.

“Ah..” another deep sigh from him.

“I met Gianna when I went on vacation in Italy in my early twenties. It was love at first sight, she didn't see me but I saw her. She was walking around with a man who I later found out was her brother. She was the most beautiful girl I had even laid my eyes on, her chestnut hair was styled in a high ponytail, her skin radiated in the sun and her eyes sparkled with excitement as she spoke to her brother. From the very moment my eyes found her I knew then that I had to make her mine no matter the cost”. As he spoke my eyes were fixed on him with so much concentration. A smile is etched on h