“I have often thought of you,” said Estella. … “There was a long hard time when I kept far from me the remembrance of what I had thrown away when I was quite ignorant of its worth. But since my duty has not been incompatible with the admission of that remembrance, I have given it a place in my heart.”
— Charles Dickens, “Great Expectations”
About 12 years ago, I almost married a brilliant and beautiful woman. A month before we were to be married, though, I backed out. I broke her heart. And I eventually regretted it.
But by the time I realized I had made a mistake — maybe six months later — it was too late. I told her I had been wrong and begged her to take me back. But I had hurt her and she was already moving on. So she broke my heart.
Over time, each of us regretted throwing away the love we had had from the other. But our timing was off — and our regrets were at different times — so our lives went in very different directions.
I’ve been wondering lately how different our decisions about love would be if we knew what we faced in the future. How often do we carelessly reject love which we later would do anything to have again?

I’ve struggled to finally believe there’s more than one ‘right way’
Correcting an old error: there’s no such thing as ‘We the People’
Evil and idiocy stripping away veneer of western civilization
My father’s narcissistic abuse led to my mother’s attempt to kill him
Whether it makes sense or not, I’ve learned to expect miracles
Leopards might not change spots, but cowardly lions can gain courage
FRIDAY FUNNIES (for Christmas)
The Alien Observer:
We build our own prison walls, and breaking free starts in heart