Hm, yes, that has to be painful. Watching them and not able to be with them, always within reach but just narrowly out of arm's length.
He's not yours like you're not mine. But that shouldn't stop us from living, I suppose. Our paths converged for a reason, Rose. Perhaps we could have a chat face to face, see where it takes us.
Probably down some horrible memory lane, but at least we will not be alone during it.