There is a petty kind of injustice.. One that isn't found in any dramatic life-changing experience, that is not in some enlightening awe-inspiring tale and not even in a valid moment of suffering.

Human beings can sometimes get too full of themselves even in the sake of righteousness sometimes. 

When one leaves things unsaid - Forsaking the pain of regret for the hurt of unseen possibilities may be an even more courageous way to love fiercely.