You know what's upsetting about making mistakes; it tends to sully your future expectations. Moreover, it damages your confidence and motivation.   When you've routinized perfection, and suddenly you make a simple deviation that spirals into a tremendous mess, you can't help but tie the severity of that problem to your shortcomings, despite how unproblematic you are. You start avoiding what you love because you no longer believe in your potential for love. Remember that just because you make a mistake, it doesn't mean that's the end-all of what you can achieve; it's only a wall that, if you are able to conquer it, can help you achieve greater heights. You're a fool to settle by the walls when there's an ocean view.  To my love, I'm sorry for my mistake. I'm ashamed to think you are no longer valuable because of a minor blight. I still love you, and changing my mind isn't foreseeable.

  You do your best to keep me happy, to make up for the fact that you can't be with me? I appreciate your kindness, but this is the last thing I want. I never wanted you to suffer; the whole reason why I fell in love with you in the first place is that I felt it in my being to care for you; to nurture you. Think it through; there's no win for me in this situation. Let me paint the picture. You become distant, and I get sad. When I see you, I'm reminded of how I can't be with you; I get sad. When you see me, you feel heartbreak, and you get sad, which makes me sad. When I'm distant, you move on; I get sad. Don't try to make me smile; when you're suffering, it's counterproductive. I just wanted to be honest with my emotions; I was fully prepared for every consequence, even your "I know that wasn't what you expected." I want you to be happy. Okay? You have no obligation to me. Stay true to your words; how you're acting right now shows just...

You put it in a box.  Only you have the key.  I won't seek or pry.  If you ever decide to give me the box,  along with your key.  I will wholeheartedly love whatever is inside.