Edmund watched her, she was lovely, however it seemed to him something was off. He wanted to kiss her, he had loved Romona for years and he was to marry her.
"Listen, uh, Romona. . . I hope you wouldn't think me too forward if. . . I kissed you. I mean, you know I love you, I've said so before." At the thought of this Edmund blushed softly reaching across and taking Romona's hands in his. He looked up into her eyes with a boyish passion, it was as if . . . He had remained in the past. As if, he had stayed with Romona in her day, refusing to allow his soul to age past the time he met her.