What would you do if the love of your life had no memory of you? 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. Then tragedy struck. Nineteen days after our wedding day, Jemma 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. 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.