He told me a story. A man buried his wife. At the gravesite he stood by the Reb, tears falling down his face.
“I loved her,” he whispered.
The Reb nodded.
“I mean… I really loved her.”
The man broke down.
“And… I almost told her once.”
The Reb looked at me sadly.
"Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say."
Mitch Albom, Have a Little Faith (via humanseoul)