Not long ago, relationship quizzes were all the rage, so I jumped on the bandwagon and sent one to my boyfriend, Fabian Edwards.   Five minutes later, he texted back.   Fabian: Done.   I was pleasantly surprised. I opened it and found that he had answered only two questions.   The first one read, Do you ever find me annoying?   His answer: Occasionally.   The second one read, Is there any bad habit of mine you want me to fix?   His answer: Be more independent. Don't be so clingy.   Before I could even confront him, he sent over another completed quiz.   This time, every one of the hundreds of questions on the form was filled out completely, with no blanks left.   I scrolled through the answers one by one, and every answer showed the unmistakable affection of the person who had filled it out.   When I reached the end, the name in the "quiz creator" field was unmistakably my younger sister's.   A second later, the quiz was abruptly unsent.   It turned out that I hadn't been imagining Fabian's coldness lately.   It turned out that while I had been giddily counting down the days to our wedding next month, he had already had a change of heart.   At that moment, every last scrap of hope I'd held on to died.   If that was how things were, I wasn't going through with that wedding.