When Zach Nash returned home, he wrapped himself tightly in my quilt and inhaled deeply. "Estelle Nelson, please come see me in my dreams. Just once, I'm begging you."He slowly drifted off to sleep, and I found myself entering his dream, back to the day he confessed to me in college.The young man, shy and wearing a white shirt, held my favorite sunflowers and gently asked, "Estelle Nelson, will you be my girlfriend?"I looked at him with disdain. "No, I won't."Turning away, I exited his dreamscape.In his dream, Zach Nash seemed to be desperately searching for something but found nothing. We were like two parallel lines, never to intersect again.He...