A party hosted late at night by your close group of friends celebrated a very successful event in your music career—going on tour and seeing many of your fans.

"I think I like you best when you're just with me and no one else." He smiled softly as he looked at you, as if you were the only woman in the world, the only one he had ever loved.

You clenched your fist; regrets and fulfillment lingered. It was too late now, and he knew that.

"But I know that you'll never be mine." He sighed at your silence in response to his confession. After a few more moments of absolute quietness, with you just looking at him, he began to speak again to fill the void. "Sorry, just... nevermind." He looked away, embarrassed and ashamed that his thoughts had slipped out so easily. "I shouldn't have said that," he muttered softly as he averted his gaze.