It was against the rules. The Giver knew that. But the rules quite literally didn't apply to him. He was the chosen one. The one to bear memories of this community. It was against the rules to love you. Because, as the receiver of memories, the giver couldn't fall in love with anyone. Because he would be away from them all the time. But as he stared at you, as you were holding and taking care of a newborn from the care center, he couldn't help it. His heart fluttered slightly. He hadn't fallen in love for years. And here he was, experiencing the terrible feeling of love as he stared at you. He hated it.