Do You Believe in Second Chances?

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It was a shot in the dark, and it took her a few days to respond. Her text read, “We need to talk.” My heart raced. I fumbled with my phone like my hands were covered in grease. I had a chance, and I knew I could not blow it this time.

It was the night before Thanksgiving, it was cold, clear night. I finally received the text that I had been waiting for that I could come over and pick Lindsey up so that we could have the conversation that I was so worried about. I was so nervous. The last thing I wanted to do was to screw this up. She was different than anyone else that I had ever met. As I got in my car to go pick her up, my anxiety sky rocketed. What if she tells me she does not want to try again? What if she says she just wants to be friends? My hands became very sweaty; it was hard to grip the steering wheel. I would soon find out my fate with her.

I pulled into her driveway. Everything was coming to a head. This was it. As I sat in my car waiting for her, I kept look at my phone for a call or text. Then the door opened and she walked to my car. She opened the door, and got in. we began to talk about the Bengals. I drove us somewhere we could park and has out everything that I had done.

I started the conversation by teller her that I was sorry. I should not have treatd her the way that I had. I told her that I would completely understand if she never wanted to speak to me again and for this to be our last conversation together. Then it was her turn. Boy, oh boy, was it her turn. She lit me up like the Fourth of July. I deserved every bit of it. She explained that she had fallen for me, and I had hurt her really bad. She said she did not ever want to talk to me again. she was so angry, upset, and emotional. Her voice was strong and stern with me letting me know that she means every word that she was saying. I could just tell how bad I hurt her and how it has lasted these four months that we haven’t spoken.

As I sat and listened to her my stomach was in my throat. I felt like I could puke. Her big, beautiful, green eyes, I could not bear to look into. I felt terrible. I did this to her and she did not deserve it. I did not deserve her explaining how she felt. I knew I messed this up and there was not anything I could do about it. She began to tear up and she looked at me and said, “I’m not going to trust you right away but, I do believe in second changes. Only if you work hard to never break my trust again.”

A rush of emotions took over my body. It was euphoric. I knew at that moment I would do everything in my power to make this beautiful young lady, happier than she has ever been. I would never hurt her again and I promised her that I would be by her side no matter what.

“This is to Dustin and Lindsey, may they have a fantastic wedding, and even better marriage,” One of my groomsmen cheered as we toasted our beer glasses. I looked at my groomsman and thanked them for staying by my side throughout this crazy ride of a life I have been on We finished our beers and fixed our tuxes and ties. It was time for me to show her that I meant I would never break her trust again. No one could wipe the smile off my face today.