Because even this --being so close to her --was no longer the same. That light he'd felt when he first saw her --he understood now that it was only a lightbulb. It was quick and easy, full of electricity, but there was something artificial about it. What he wanted was fire: heat and spark and flame.
Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me
fall-out-of-love, fire, gone, love, young-adult