What was the sweetest thing that someone has ever told you?

"Can I hold your hand?"

"But, I have sweaty palms..."

"It's okay, I'll wipe your palms for you every once in awhile. So, can we hold hands now?"

That, was the sweetest thing that someone has ever told me.

Always have I wondered what kind of a person I'd have turned out to be if I hadn't chosen to leave back then, but given a second choice, I'd have left eventually... except in a less harsh, less straightforward and less heartbreaking way.

It's been years but this regret seems to haunt me endlessly.