“J’aurais dû être plus gentille—I should have been more kind. That is something a person will never regret. You will never say to yourself when you are old, Ah, I wish I was not good to that person. You will never think that.”
‘I read this once’ she told her friend. ‘I read this once and thought to myself, that’s right, I will never regret being nice to someone. That was till I found him of course.’
‘What do you mean?’ her friend asks.
‘Because my dear, I regret being nice to him. I was my nicest self to him.’ She pauses. ‘If possible I was ready to be more than that to make him happy. And now I regret it all. You know why? Because now, I can’t understand why he did all that he did. I wish I had hurt him somehow so that I can look back now and think, that explains it, that’s why he left because I was not nice to him. You get what I mean?’
Her friend nods.
‘If I had not been nice to him, I wouldn’t be here asking myself why looking for excuses to understand why he did all that he did. If I had not been nice to him, it would have been easier to move on, because then I would have forgiven him in a heartbeat. If I had not been nice to him, everything would have made sense.