That’s the kind of relationship we had. Pure, simple, happy, and full of sparks. So many times I remember thinking how lucky I was that the person I loved so much also loved me back with the same intensity. (That’s rare, I’ve found.) We had an amazing seven or eight or even nine months, but then around the tenth month things began to change between us, and it wasn’t him. It was me. Or maybe it was both of us, but I was the only one who saw it. I tried to fight it, but when love fades sometimes there’s nothing you can do except step to the side and let it pass, so that’s what I did.