“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?

Cop’s murder has me pondering why humans kill those they love
No matter how ‘defeated’ you are, there’s a way to transform yourself
I’m terribly sorry to break it to you, but straw polls mean nothing
It’s easy to learn wrong lessons from watching parent’s behavior
I accept others’ amateur media, but I expect myself to be a pro
Atlanta police arrest wrong Teresa, but keep her locked up for 53 days
Head and heart don’t agree about love, including Valentine’s Day
UPDATE: After surgery, maybe I’ll eventually start feeling better
Dickens’ ‘David Copperfield’ far superior to postmodern novels