He cried as he scattered her ashes next to the place they had first met. It was a stone bridge over a small river in the country-side. He remembered that day, he was a drenched hitchhiker who looked miserable under the pouring rain. He was hopelessly lost and was already thinking about finding himself a dry place to spend the night. She appeared like a vision on her battered pick-up. When she heard his story, she took pity of him and invited him to her parents farm.
It hadn't been love at first sight, in fact, they had been friends for a long time, visiting each other frequently, until they realized they belonged together.
He was just recovering from a very bad break up when she convinced him to visit her. It would make him feel better, she insisted. She took him hiking to the hills next to her place, they camped by the lake, they swam naked, they talked over the fire. And he discovered she was the love of his life. He told her as they walked back to the farm. She only replied that she would think about it. He spent the following week in misery, thinking she had rejected him, but, when she appeared unannounced, he knew that the feeling was mutual.
Life had been cruel with them, they were only discovering their love when cancer struck. All the doctors agreed, there was nothing they could do to save her. He devoted all his time to make her happy, to make her forget the pain, to live what they had left at the fullest. And now that she was gone he didn't have anything.
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