So perfect to me

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 would keep thinking about everything he went through when I left the hospital.

I would worry about how he was coping with everything. Then after a few days, he would return to normal and we would resume our life together as if nothing had happened.

One thing I loved about those fantasy scenes was that they always led to the end, and we would finally end it together, but I knew that these weren't realistic.

I knew that these stories didn't com