For those three days I spent beside his bed, holding his hand and praying he’d make it through, I must have imagined finally getting the chance to tell him I love him a million times. And in all those made-up scenarios, he’d be happy. He’d kiss me and tell me he feels the same way. Not once did I ever anticipate what would actually happen, the words he’d say. I feel him swallow hard, his hands reaching up to gently push me away. I frown, lips parting in shock as I take in his confused expression. “Who are you?” he asks. And just like that, my whole world falls apart.
