Jezzz, that memory isn't that bad. I mean, sure, she just ignored him after that, and that' harsh, but what really hurts is when you remember with hindsight that it was your fault all along. Stings.
These copious amounts of fluff are healing me and my wretched soul, one "sorry" and "thank you" at a time.
Is this what they call the Platonic ideal of wholesome awkward romance?