So, it's been 48 years since I first ever met and laid my eyes on my husband, Luciano Martini. A lot happened. It was the craziest love story I've ever experienced. There was pain. There was betrayal. There was love, passion and romance. We both made it into the glorious sixties and Adrianna...our daughter she's all grown up now. She's doing well in life, got herself a nice husband who loves her so much. They've got two adorable kids and me and Luciano have watched them grow too. I'm glad everything worked out. I'm glad I hoped on that plane. Now, I keep saying things such as 'there was' and talking in past tense...I owe an explanation for that. Well, I am dying. Years ago, I got a terminal illness that I'd managed to fight off for a while that is until now. I have less than an hour left to my life. An hour before I pass away and leave the precious life of Gabriella Martini goodbye. I'll never forget my first kiss. One of the popular boys in middle school, Brian. We were playing spin

Moving to this city was the dumbest decision ever right? I'm Gabriella Rosa, freshly entering university in a new city where I know absolutely no one. I’m taking in a new start because I've just recently gotten myself out of a super trashy place that many call 'high school'. I so would not recommend. And after high school why don’t you take a quick guess on what I choose to do? I made a rash choice to move away to the big city and apply to a bunch of universities hoping I'd get in because why not? I need, craved a new experience. I could not stay at that horrible place any longer because I knew that I would not be able to get the old memories out of my mind. I rarely actually had a lot of friends, I’ve always been pretty to myself but I had 1 friend and about a few weeks before graduation what does she do? She ditches me to become 'popular'. Good for her. Truly. A little warning saying 'oh by the way cancel all of our plans together because I don't need you’ would have been real nice.