He told me a story. A man buried his wife. At the grave site 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 looks at me sadly.
“Nothing haunts like the thing we don’t say.”
- Mitch Albom
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