:: a letter from... ::

(play the video before u start reading)

I'm sorry
That I bought you roses
to tell you that i like you

I'm sorry
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants

I'm sorry
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was
raised

I'm sorry
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"

I'm sorry
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk

I'm sorry
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things

I'm sorry
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club

I'm sorry
I would rather make love to you then
just screw you
like some random guy.

I'm sorry
That I am always the one you need to
talk to,
but never good enough to date

I'm sorry
That I always held your hair back when
you threw up,and didn't get mad at you
for puking in my car,
but when we went out you went home with
another person

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick you up at 4am
when someone hit you and dropped
you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough to listen to me
when I need a friend

I'm sorry
If I start not being there because it
hurts being used as a door mat, only to
be thrown to the side when the new jerk
comes around

I'm sorry
If I don't answer my phone anymore when
you call, to listen to you cry for
hours, instead of getting a couple
hours of sleep before work

I'm sorry
that you can't realize.. I've been the
one all along.

I'm sorry
If you read this and know somebody
like this but don't care

But most of all

I'm sorry
For not being sorry anymore

I'm sorry
That you can't accept me for who I am

I'm sorry
I can never do anything right, and
nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.

I'm sorry
That I told you I loved you and
actually meant it.

I'm sorry
That I cared

I'm sorry
that I listen to you at night talking
about how you wish you could have done
something different.

maybe that special
someone is right there hanging on your
every word as usual, screaming in his
head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually
searching for is right by you........

p/s : a letter from a secret garden....