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I'm sorry...
that I bought you roses
to tell you that I like you.

I'm sorry...
That I was raised with enough respect
to not sleep with you when you were drunk.

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 guy.

I'm sorry...
That I am there to pick you up at 4am when your new man hit you and dropped you off in the middle of nowhere,
but not good enough for you 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...
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it,
I thought that was what friends were for.

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

I'm sorry...
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was threatening you
instead of spending time with my family.

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.

Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies, next time you're complaining, maybe look up to see who you're complaining to. 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.