Ah, unrequited love, that old bastard.
It’s horrible, isn’t it? A constant reminder that you’re not living your life quite right.
Always looks at two friends who had that with each other, who missed their moment, because it makes me think about what opportunities I have missed out on in life for not being brave enough to take a chance.
I suppose it is a particular kick in the teeth when the object of that unrequited love tells you, far too late, that they reciprocate. Timing is, apparently, everything.
If you’ve missed out on your always, maybe this one’s for you.