Brooke Lillie, 28
Walking out of college, my friend Emily nudged me.
‘That's Adam!’ she said.
I followed her gaze.
Her boyfriend Will was walking towards us with another lad.
Tall, with dark hair and olive skin, he had the bluest eyes I'd ever seen.
‘He's the one I've been telling you about,’ said Emily. ‘You two would be the perfect match!’
I laughed.
Adam was gorgeous.
But I wasn't looking for a relationship.
It was March 2014 and, aged 18, I was studying to become a transplant nurse.
As a baby, I'd been diagnosed with the heart condition restrictive cardiomyopathy.
The muscles in
