Regret. Not something that Bjorn was particularly keen on. If he saw a woman he liked, he always promised himself to never die wondering. You can’t win a raffle if you don't buy a ticket, as they say. When he met Morna his heart belonged to her instantly. But, she wasn’t so sure. She wasn’t going to give her heart away, that easily. Which made him love her more. It took all he could muster. He took her to dinner all the time. But it wasn’t until he made her a meal himself that her heart became his. No regrets, just bangers and mash.

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