he loves me, he loves me not…- mcewan

Photo by by Sune Czajkowski

This is how the entire course of a life can be changed – by doing nothing. On the beach he could have called out to her, he could have gone after her. He did not know… that as she ran away from him, certain in her distress that she was about to lose him, she had never loved him more, or more hopelessly, and that the sound of his voice would have been a deliverance, and she would have turned back. Instead, he stood… watching her hurry along the shore, the sound of her difficult progress lost to the breaking of small waves…
Ian McEwan