I don't know, Gabe. I kind of wish I had

Gabe:

Dad, what's the deal with girls? I mean, why are they the way they are? Adam:
You're talking to the wrong man. Gabe:
Well, how come all love has to end? Adam:
Let me tell you something about me and your mom. Once upon a time, we really loved each other, but as time went by, there just got to be all these things, little things, stupid things, that were left unsaid. And all these things that were left unsaid piled up, like the clutter in our storage room. And after awhile, there was so much that was left unsaid, that we barely said anything at all. Gabe:
Well, why didn't you just say them then, dad? Adam:
I don't know, Gabe. I kind of wish I had