She said, ‘What will happen?’ ‘How do you mean?’ ‘What will we do?’ ‘Continue to love each other.’ ‘I don’t want to go back. To things as they were before.’ ‘We can never do that.’ ‘But we have to. We can’t escape reality. And yet I want there to be tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow and to know that on all those tomorrows I can spend every waking hour with you.’ ‘I want that too.’ He sounded sad. ‘But it’s not to be.’