 Some version of, I don't know what I'd do if, even as the music fades down, the voice still haunts, throwing the same word against a dwindling wall of sound. And what other outcome could there be then but a person giving in? This is what fools like me have been made to believe, what the movies say, what the romantics say. And so I believe that on the other side of this robust suffering, there must be a bouquet of years better than whatever years led two people to a near demise.