Second Chance
I always hated the thought of second chances in relationships. I always believed that second chances or so, are not necessary when your relationship is real.
I mean, if you really love your other half, why would leave them? Why the hell would you leave and then come back? For me, it was irrational.
But, yeah, love really makes you stupid and makes you act irrational. You can’t explain how or why, but it does.
When she started asking me if we could give us another try, I was lost and kept on answering no. I don’t know what to feel back then, I was torn between my belief, that second chances are nonsense and my love for her.
Then, after a week or more of thinking about stuffs, I said to myself, “If there’s a slight chance that she might be the one, the one I’ll grow old with, and I did nothing, I’ll regret it for the rest of my life.”
Maybe we needed to fall apart to realize how much we needed to fall back together, how much we needed each other. Maybe we needed the second chance because we were not ready the first time.
I always thought that if we’ll get back together again, it won’t be the same. It won’t feel the same. I thought all will be arguments and conflicts for the rest of our lives. But come to think of it, I love her so much that I’d rather argue with her than lose her forever.
It’s not impossible to have another shot at it. It may even lead to a better relationship. Of course, a relationship is not something that will work out with the effort of the other half, it’s a boat where both of you should paddle to move.
I learned that if you were given a second chance, take it. Make use of it. Don’t waste a bit. It’s better to waste time trying than to not try at all.
We were not given the second chance to make it right. We were given this chance to make it better.
Adiós!
— Raven, Second Chance
