I should have said it.

I messed up, big time. My grandpa died last year, and I never told him I loved him. I was always too embarrassed or thought there'd be more time. Now he's gone, and I can't get those words back. It eats me up inside, this heavy, awful feeling. I go to his grave sometimes and whisper it, but it's not the same. It should have been to his face, while he was still here. I just hope he knew, somehow, even if I never said it out loud. Don't make the same mistake I did. Tell people how you feel, before it's too late. It's a regret that will haunt me forever.