You reflect that your emotions are merely a product of raging hormones
and that Mr. Darling's nice singing voice and great teeth do not make him
special in any meaningful way. You eventually settle down, get a steady
office job, and live a safe and productive life.

But even when you are fifty, you look back and wonder if maybe things
could've been different. Maybe safety is not all it's cracked up to be.
Maybe if you had taken more wild risks, your life would seem less empty.

Time is supposed to heal all wounds, but it fails to heal this one.