A young man and woman sat by Llandudno promenade one evening, waiting for the rest of their friends. It had been his job to invite them, which is why they knew nothing about it. ‘Julie, I…’ he blurted. ‘I think…I think I love you.’
She frowned. ‘Erm, you “think”?’
‘Yes. I really do.’
‘What do you say? Would you–’
‘Come on, Sam, it’s getting chilly now.’
Sam waited a moment before following her, realising too late what had happened. He would always regret the two words he’d been too scared to leave out. “I think” cost him everything.