It's not your fault.

Look at yourself. You've committed mistakes. Have you been forgiven for them? I'm sure you have. And if you haven't, please, talk to that person.
So, if you've been forgiven for your mistakes, forgive other people for theirs. It doesn't matter what they did or how bad it was. Still, forgive them. Second chances? Do you believe in them?
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Bang! "Dammit. I tipped my easel over."
"I'll fix it, no worries," he said as he picked up the wood easel and set it straight. "Thank you so much," she replied with her arms full of paint and brushes. He kissed her on the cheek and walked back to the window, looking outside. She yawned and dropped the supplies onto the dirty table, kicking aside stray pieces of canvas,"What do you want to do today?"
"Oh, I don't know. We could go get some ice cream or see a movie."
"How about both? We'll just make this day extravagant as possible."
"Are certain activities included?," he asked as his arms wrap around her from behind and his lips kissed her neck. She laughed and whispered,"later," as she slapped a paintbrush loaded with red paint on his cheek. He smiled and dipped his hand in blue, smearing it around her lips.