I love Cesar Cruz. God, how I love him. He's confessed to loving me, too. But sometimes words mean nothing when spoken in the throes of passion. I don't just need Cesar to say he loves me; I need him to show me his love is real. My faith in men has been shattered before. How can I be sure this time will be different?My friends say I'm rushing this relationship, that I hardly know him. Maybe they're right, but I'm too far gone to pull out now. I only...