“I can see myself watching him shave every morning. And at other times I see us in that house and see…”

“I can see myself watching him shave every morning. And at other times I see us in that house and see how one bright day (or a day like this, so cold your mind shifts every time the wind does) he will wake up and decide it’s all wrong. I’m sorry, he’ll say. I have to leave now.”

Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her