Never once did I imagine that she wouldn’t be my friend—not until the day I realized what love really was and started imaging her being so much more. When I learned what a kiss was, I wanted to do it with her. When I was curious about sex, I imagined it with her. When I pictured the family I would have someday, she would be my wife. I wanted to be with her always. I wanted to live with her, die with her. Just be with her. There had never been anyone else for me, not ever. I
