My first love, a thirteen-year affair, caused a lot of emotion over its long life. There were a few breakups, one I thought would be irrevocable. Friends were concerned we wouldn’t make it, calling it my phantom novel. But we went the distance and finally celebrated going public nine months ago. Since then it’s been a party, all champagne and celebration. But I’m ready, as they say, to move on. It’s me, not it. No fault, harm, or foul. It’s just time.