You and I are a statistical improbability

They stood overlooking the harbour, feeling the evening breeze caress their faces. He leaned against the railing, stealing glances at her all the time. She just stared out into the distance while casually adjusting her short hair. They were physically close to each other, but yet not close.
He knew what her response would be anyway, he just had to say what he said as he wanted to. He just wanted to tell her how he felt.
He spoke. "I don't know about you, but right here right now, being with you, I feel happy and contented. I wish I could just stay here and stare at this magnificent view with you forever."
She didn't respond immediately.
She smiled a sad smile at him. "I'm sorry."