I'm Just Sorry About Everything
I'm sorry I hoped you could feel the same way back. I know you can't.
I'm sorry I need to fantasize about you to get through the day. I tried to stop.
I'm sorry I can't be a good friend to you like I want to be, like you want me to be, but every little smile you give me, every time you touch me casually, or chat to me, it give me hope.
So, thank you for caring, thank you for sitting on the phone with me when I was depressed and for reading my writing and for letting me kiss you that one time when we were drunk and hold you when you left.
You'll never know how I feel. I'll never tell you. I'm sorry for that too. I'm such a coward, but I've seen you destroy too many relationships to risk it. I'm sorry I'm saying this on an anonymous blog and not to your face.
I’m sorry that you have to feel like nobody loves you when, on the day you left, three of the people who came to see you of did, and we went to pieces after. Saying goodbye, even though it was only for now, was maybe the most painful thing I ever did. I felt as though someone was trying to tear my heart out of my chest and I couldn’t even stand up, not that I let you see. I managed to get inside first.
I'm just sorry about everything.
I'm sorry that, for all I say that I should and I will, I can't quit you.









































