She had a strange gift: she knew how to listen. Through the thoughts she expressed, the smiles, her silences…she aroused in me the desire to talk — and not merely “to talk” but also to talk on a more direct and personal level — to talk about myself. Thus, I began to slowly open up and narrate her my life as well as talk in detail about my past. No one but her could benefit more from what I had to offer; no one but me could appreciate more encompassingly what she had to give. I liked her enthusiasms and her angers, her seriousness, her vivacious mood, her repulsion toward mediocrity, her careless generosity […]
We need to forgive ourselves. For all the things we didn’t do. All the things we should have done. You can’t get stuck on the regrets of what should have happened.
Tuesdays with Morrie (Mitch Albom)