Sometimes I imagined that one day, I would wake up next to Ezra and he would kiss me, and I would reply back with my own kisses and caresses. I would stroke his hair and hold his face in my hands as I looked deeply into his dark brown eyes.

Then our relationship would deepen as more time passed and I would begin to notice more and more how beautiful he really was.

Other times I would imagine that I was in a hospital bed, with tubes sticking out of my chest. Ezra would be sitting next to my bed and holding my hand. I would feel guilty because I...