Dumbledore looks into the Mirror of Erised...
Dumbledore slowly raised his hand and reached with his fingertips toward the other person's smooth cheek. The vision looked so real that he was almost surprised when his fingers met cold glass instead of warm flesh. With a deep, jerky sigh that left a small patch of mist on the surface of the mirror, Dumbledore withdrew his hand.
"I wish it had turned out differently," he said to the person in front of him, a tear trickling from his eye. "I wish you had not been so cold, and I so inhibited. I wish we could have been together. But some things are just not meant to be...Tom."
Wiping his cheek with the back of his hand, Albus Dumbledore turned and left the room.