Why had I been so afraid? I had not loved enough. I’d been busy, busy, so busy, preparing for life, while life floated by me, quiet and swift as a regatta…I had had all my time, all my chances. I could never do it again, never make it right. I had not loved enough…I had not passed up all my chances to give love or receive it, and I had the future, at least, to try to do better.
