“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?

As I quietly watch my world burn, I’m painfully aware this isn’t fine
Beauty queen’s suicide leaves me pondering lesson of Richard Cory
A year after first seeing doctor about cancer, how much have I learned?
Media and mass hysteria lead us into madness of celebrity worship
My father’s death was proof that unhappiness quickly kills a man
Buffet’s hypocrisy: His company owes IRS $1 billion in back taxes
Few things satisfy like giving thoughtful gifts to those we love
Opinions without fact or reason leave us believing in nonsense
When life becomes too passive, we stop earning our self-respect