That’s the most we can hope for. Nothing thrown, nothing said that we might remember for years. You watch me while you put a brush through your hair. Each strand that breaks is as long as my arm. You don’t want to let go, but don’t want to get hurt, either. It’s not a great place to be but what can I tell you?
Just another stunning passage from THIS IS HOW YOU LOSE HER by Junot Diaz.