A woman is standing outside your door in the cold and freezing rain. She knocks begging to be let in. You're not very trusting of strangers, and understandably so, but she's no stranger, in fact, you know her well. You have two choices. You can do one of two things: you can let go of whatever suspicions and doubts you may have about this woman, trust that she means you no harm and let her in, or you can choose the road often traveled and ignore her plea for help for warmth for your affections, and leave her out in the cold.
You had two choices. You chose wrong. Chose to do it by yourself because you couldn't see beyond yourself to see what's been right there all along.
You always choose wrong.