'All those inexplicable fits of temper were actually jealousy, and that harsh, domineering attitude was just because he cared. He was simply too proud, which led to him expressing himself the wrong way.'
'If he had just told her he loved her sooner, would they have been spared these three years of separation? Would they not be going through this torment and pain now?'
'No, the fault was all his. He was the one who didn't know how to cherish what he had.'
He sighed, walked over, and gently wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. He couldn't help but say,
"In my heart, you'll always be as young and beautiful as you were at eighteen!"
'That's right. He had never forgotten the moment she, at eighteen and dressed in pale yellow, had crashed right into his arms. His adoration for her looks had been frozen in that instant ever since.'
