Fuck, you are a god.
If I told you about her, what would I say, that they lived happily ever after? I believe they did. That they were in love, that they remained in love. I'm sure that's ture. But when I think of her, of Elisa, the only thing that comes to mind is a poem whisperd by someone in love hundreds of years ago:
Unable to perceive the shape of you
I find you all around me
Your presence fills my eyes with your love
It humbles my heart
For you are everywhere