Sorrow:

Sometimes it really fucking hurts how much you love her. Whoever said love made one feel as if they were walking on air clearly never loved Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. And for that, you're glad. Because only you are allowed to love her with every atom in your being, need her like you need oxygen to breathe, feel her like blood running through your veins.

And with those same atoms, that same oxygen in your lungs and at the speed of the same blood pumping inside you, you must resist her. Because nothing is deadlier for her than your misplaced love.