When you put your best foot forward and something doesn’t work in your favor or turn out as expected, you don’t analyze what you did wrong fixate upon the thing you can’t change you just learn from it. You move forward. And you hope the next time around it’s a better outcome. And when it’s right everything simplistically fits together and do better you learn to be grateful for all of it.
Maybe the truth is that I want to give you that second chance — a small part of me longs to — but I can’t be that person anymore. Because people don’t change even when they promise to, and I can’t keep holding onto hope when all signs point to the cold, hard truth: you already hurt me once, and pretending that you won’t do it again is just me fooling myself.