This is only one thing that will happen to you, she said to me in the car, as we passed by the bridal shops and motorcycle dealerships that lined the old gritty freeway that would lead us away from the city, back to her house. One thing, out of so many things. But nothing had really happened yet, I thought. What I’d lost, it seemed it was and would only ever be imaginary. What was I crying for, except the loss of one vision of what my life might have been, one I’d lived out in dreams? As all lovers learn, when love ends, you lose the future as well as the past.
