Sometimes, without realizing it... I look for Sir Haku. Sir Haku is... ...is n-no more. I know that. And yet... I still feel like I could go find him, like nothing ever happened. I finally... I finally realized it... too late... This is... love, isn't it?
— Rulutieh, Utawarerumono: Mask of Truth
"After your condition stabilized, I went to bury Nami at her old village. I walked a little ways from the grave and had a smoke. Then I broke down and cried. About a decade's worth of tears. I guess I must have been in love with her."
— Lemon, Full Metal Panic! Invisible Victory
*after Tsukasa calls for Junichi, causing him to walk over and leave Kaoru behind*
"Is this okay?"
"Yeah. It's my own fault for not recognising my own feelings sooner."
"Is this okay?"
"Yeah. It's my own fault for not recognising my own feelings sooner."
— Umehara and Kaoru, Amagami
Tsunade: I missed [Jiraiya] so much when he died. I began to remember all the times he had been around me. How he made me angry... happy... sad... even laugh. Even the times he would ask me out, and I would say no. Even after all the years we knew each other, he was still so dedicated to me. It was the first time I really understood that he loved me and... and... I... I...
Shizune: That you loved him too? Right?
Tsunade: *sniff* What a time to realise huh?! Just my luck, to realise I was in love, the day he dies.
Shizune: That you loved him too? Right?
Tsunade: *sniff* What a time to realise huh?! Just my luck, to realise I was in love, the day he dies.
— Naru-Hina Chronicles, Chapter 86
And then he would be done, finished—the influential Kidderminster backing would be withdrawn. It would be the kind of scandal that he would not be able to live down, even though public opinion was broaderminded than it used to be. But not in a flagrant case like this! Good-bye to his dreams, his ambitions. Everything wrecked, broken—all because of a crazy infatuation for a silly woman. Calf love, that was all it had been. Calf love contracted at the wrong time of life.
He lose everything he'd staked. Failure! Ignominy!
He'd lose Sandra...
And suddenly, with a shock of surprise he realized that it was that that he would mind most. Sandra, with her square white forehead and her clear hazel eyes. Sandra, his dear friend and companion, his arrogant, proud, loyal Sandra. No, he couldn't lose Sandra—he couldn't...Anything but that.
The perspiration broke out on his forehead.
Somehow he must get out of this mess.
Somehow he must make Rosemary listen to reason...But would she? Rosemary and reason didn't go together. Supposing he were to tell her that, after all, he loved his wife? No. She simply wouldn't believe it.
He lose everything he'd staked. Failure! Ignominy!
He'd lose Sandra...
And suddenly, with a shock of surprise he realized that it was that that he would mind most. Sandra, with her square white forehead and her clear hazel eyes. Sandra, his dear friend and companion, his arrogant, proud, loyal Sandra. No, he couldn't lose Sandra—he couldn't...Anything but that.
The perspiration broke out on his forehead.
Somehow he must get out of this mess.
Somehow he must make Rosemary listen to reason...But would she? Rosemary and reason didn't go together. Supposing he were to tell her that, after all, he loved his wife? No. She simply wouldn't believe it.
