He blushed and looked down, then back up at her. "I had a lot of time to think. Over 20 years, and more in the silent times in time travel transit."
He shivered.
"I thought about you a lot." He'd thought about her every day, with the small picture of her he still had tucked into his belt pocket in the closet. It was faded, rumpled, and torn, but he'd never lost it.