Fall is what we do with love relationships, like trip or stumble, or roll head over heels; something precarious. It felt like an accident, surely something I didn’t plan on. Well, he was interesting; not a boring thing about him, always something new and challenging to be with him. No, not that or why not go to the library and find an intriguing character you can spend a week with and then toss in the return bin? I don’t know, it could be because I felt intriguing being with him, I myself a new character.