You see, it happened slowly. When I realized I no longer love you, that I no longer look forward to our chaotic evenings under the tree, that I no longer have a thumping heart at the sound of your lyrical voice. I guess it started on the eve of my birthday, that unfortunate night that will forever be etched in the deepest part of my soul. I pretended to be asleep when you came home, I didn't want to spoil the surprise you had for me, I didn't want to see my pink bicycle yet nor the two-tiered...