To my babysitter from when I was four: I stole your empty plastic cigarette case. I brought it back the next day but I never apologized for taking it. I am sorry.
To the little boy who gave me dandelions on Easter when I was five years old: I am sorry I threw your flowers on the ground. That wasn't nice. I thought you were cute but I didn't want the other little girls to make fun of me. You're probably still cute.
To the boy who gave me a Valentine's card in fifth grade: I am sorry I stopped being your friend even though I really liked you. I mean liked you, liked you. But I guess I just wasn't ready for a relationship. I am especially sorry that I called you names in front of the kids we walked home from school with, humiliating you. I hope you don't hate me.
To the redhead girl in sixth grade: I am sorry I told a sarcastic joke at your expense. I do not remember what I said, but I do remember the look on your face. You were never anything but nice to me and I was a jerk that day.
To the morbidly obese girl at my high school: I am sorry that I would whisper to my friends about how much your fatness grossed me out. Even more, I am sorry that I let it gross me out. True you were the largest person I have ever seen in real life, and you would eat three snickers bars during our french class and chew with your mouth open, but you must have had real problems to be so enormously big. I hope you were able to figure it out and feel better.
To the girl who thought I stole her boyfriend: I didn't steal him but I still owe you an apology because I would have if I could. Yes, I liked him first, but you were a nice person, and when I realized you were a couple, I should have stopped talking to him.
To the girl whose boyfriend I really stole: I am sorry. It was a rotten thing to do. I really liked him, sure, but he was spoken for and I should have left him alone.
To the mean girl from high school: I am sorry that I cannot stop hating you even though it has been years since we saw each other. I am sure somewhere deep down you are a good person. I am sure you have grown and matured. I just can't make myself think friendly thoughts about you. Maybe I haven't grown and matured enough. I am sorry.
To my brother: I am sorry that we used to be mean to each other when we were little. I am sorry that you never knew how smart you are because I already had the title of the smart one. You are brilliant and I love you. I am sorry I ever called you names.
To my mom: I am sorry that I used to give you attitude when I was a teenager. I was a jerk. I love you.
To my dad: I am sorry that I never gave you enough credit for being a good listener.
To the store I took a trial size baby powder from without paying. Yes, the lines were out the door long and I was in a super hurry. Yes, the powder was only fifty cents and I put that much money in a donation jar on the way out. But, no, I didn't really pay for the powder and that was wrong. I am sorry.
To my sister-in-law: I am sorry I wasn't friendlier to you when we first met. Sure, I was civil, but that wasn't nice enough because my brother loves you. I am sorry I was jealous of you taking up his time and getting all my Christmas presents. They were your presents. I see that now.
Okay, I think that's everyone. I feel better now.
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