Every year on my birthday, from the time I turned twelve, a white gardenia was delivered to my house. No card or note came with it. Calls to the flower shop were always useless ---- it was a cash ____1____. After a while I stopped trying to ____2____ who the sender was and just delighted in the beautiful and perfume of the white flower. But I never ____3____ imagining who the sender might be. Some of my ___4____ moments were spent daydreaming about it.