A man buried his wife. At the gravesite he stood by the priest, tears falling down down his face.
"I loved her," he whispered.
The priest nodded.
"I mean... I really loved her."
The man broke down.
""And.. I almost told her once."
The priest look at me sadly.
"Nothing haunts like the things we don't say."
*from "Have a liitle faith" by Mitch Albom
