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We shared things well and quickly. We cooperated. I turned from a miser of time and a hoarder of secrets to an open book, because he was, too. I could spend day after day after day with him and only him and still crave more. I’d still be aching when I left him. We broke each other’s rules of privacy and jealousy. I still feel as if somehow we missed a step or cheated to get from strangers to soul-deep lovers in so short a time.