I had one get away before, so now I have two locks on the basement door.
FWIW, I agree.
Ah man…the “last lingering gaze” is the worst. That brief minute wherein you both think to yourselves “if I had just made this one different choice then I’d be with him/her,” and you spend the rest of the day thinking about what might have been. I hate that.
I remember every single day. The Nazis wore gray, you wore blue.