“Maybe so. But it still doesn’t define you. It can’t be forgiven, but maybe it doesn’t need to be. You can become better, you can do better next time. You already have.”
“You did something wrong. You made a mistake. And you changed, you recognized your mistake. Why would I hate you for that?” She pulled his head down to hers. “Mistakes don’t define you.”
She took his hand. “You can’t change that now. I wish you could. I wish I could change what I’ve done. But the only thing we can do now is to try and do better. This, what you’re doing, isn’t better.”