It is almost always regret with them.
“I never met anyone like you… It scares me. I wish…”
His right hand was on the steering wheel; his left grasping hers. It was night. The hum of the car was the only sound in the background.
“Remember what I told you when we first got to know each other?” she piped up.
“I warned you not to fall in love with me.”
There was a long pregnant silence as he turned her words over in his mind. She stared out unblinkingly at the lights blurring past her as he sped towards her home.
“I didn’t fall in love with you,” he said quietly.
“I grew in love with you.”
8 years on, he still is.