I’ve always been a firm believer in second chances. People make mistakes and if the tables were turned, I would want a second chance to make things right. Ryan and I got to a point where I didn’t see a glimmer of hope or a second chance in the horizon. My Latin fury and feistiness along with my stubbornness wouldn’t let me see past my anger. He did give me my space and I’m thankful for that. But once he reached out to me and told me how bad he felt how everything turned out, a part of me wanted to believe in second chances again. Through my tears and brutal honesty, I told him to kick rocks and to stop calling. This all happened while I was still in Dallas.
I was on my way to meet one of my good friends and as I was sitting at a light, I was thinking how sad I was, I was thinking about him and our relationship when suddenly… I saw a sign. This was an actual sign that took me by surprise. It was a sign on a building with his name towards the top of the tall building – Ryan. I thought to myself, “Really? Jesus Christ”. What’s the big deal you ask? Normally you wouldn’t think it’s a coincidence, but back in Austin when I was walking to work two months ago, I saw a sign outside of a building that said his name – Ryan. I took a picture and it’s sitting in my camera roll. When I saw this second sign in Dallas, of course, I took another picture because I needed to capture this second sign which in essence means a second chance right?
The universe was letting me know that I needed to give him a second chance. I was pouty and digging my heels that I wasn’t budging. So I met up with my beautiful Brazilian friend Patty and I told her how I was feeling, the whole situation, the sign and she told me that I should give him a second chance. I was shocked by what she was saying because I thought she would have been more on my, “girl move on” vibe, but she wasn’t. She told me that he is a good man because he told me the truth right away.
So I called him after meeting up with her and told him my conditions. He needs to show me with his actions that he’s serious about us, otherwise I’m not taking him back. So we’re together even though not at full capacity, he really did a lot of damage and I’m still on the mend.
When I got back to Austin, I met up with him and it was tough that first hour. I wanted to cry every 5 minutes, it sucked. Scorpios are very emotional and when we’re hurt, we want to sting right back. But I kept it together and we talked and I felt better the next hour. It’s going to take time to get back to where we were but at least I know that he doesn’t want to lose what we have.
I will say though that the love is stronger than ever. We were at Starbucks last night and he embraces me and tells me with passion, I love you. I just melted and smiled. He asks me why I love him and I told, “because you’re you“. Sometimes you can’t pin point it, you just love the person for being who they are. He’s been calling me his ride or die because that’s exactly the kind of girl I am – ride or die.
So yeah I’m going to give up alcohol and it’s gonna be interesting, but I gotta be supportive of him. I’m gonna miss my wine and Dos X’s but the trade off is way better; LOVE. And hitting the gym extra hard, that’s a win win win.
What say you? Do you believe in second chances?