we all slip sometimes.

It only takes a moment - one small, failing fraction in time when your prudence just fails you, and you do something that you know will disappoint. And then suddenly your better judgement will resume, and you start to fill up with an immense pain that shoots right through the heart. It shrinks you, and withers you, like a wild sun burning hotly over strangling vines. But then, the horror only begins to take full force when you gradually realize - so clearly - how useless the three words "I am sorry" will be; there really is no cure to such situations which could not be an excess.