It Was All Worth It (or Was It?)

So here I am, a thirty-something nurse who generally likes my single life just fine. Keeps things simple and straightforward. But every now and then, even I crave some excitement or passion, or maybe it's just that stupid movie I saw on Netflix last week got me thinking...Anyway, there was this patient, late twenties, admitted for a condition that required lots of downtime in bed. He was charming, funny, smart, he had all the makings of someone who could sweep anyone off their feet. And boy did he try with me.... We spent long hours talking, laughing, and sharing stories. I mean, we were both aware it wasn't 'right' by any means, there's this strict policy on no fraternizing with patients for a reason, but it was hard to resist those deep, soulful conversations...and the physical chemistry between us too.... It got to the point where things felt real and serious in an abstract sense. But then he left and went home after discharge. Now I'm stuck here wondering if it was just another fling or something more that will forever be out of reach due to circumstance.