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posted by isabelle_905
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Girls Don’t Realize These Things

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

I'm sorry
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with tu when tu 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 tu 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 amor to tu then just screw you
like some misceláneo guy.

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

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

I'm sorry
That I am there to pick tu up at 4am when your new man hit tu and dropped tu 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 tu call, to listen to tu cry for hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work.

I'm sorry
That tu can't realize... I've been the one all along.

I'm sorry
If tu 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 tu 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 tu about it, I thought that was what friends were for...

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

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

I'm Sorry
That I cared.

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

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Ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there are never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes that mistreat them. Well ladies, siguiente 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 tu give me a chance?".
Because the person tu are usually searching for is right por you.

If you're a guy and tu agree with this letter, post it as: 'I'm sorry'.

If you're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to post this into your profile, and tu would never make your guy feel this way, copy and paste into your perfil as 'Girls Don't Realize These Things' I really wish that más guys were like this, and I bet a lot of girls do too.
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Once upon a time, I was falling in love. We were a happy couple, blind to the troubles of the world around us. He was perfectly shaped for me, and I for him. He was the sun for my darkest night. I only felt complete when I was with him. The times we had together were the some of the best memories I ever had. We laughed, we hugged, we kissed. We spent hours in his room o mine, playing our secret lover games. We talked on the phone into the early hours about anything and everything. There were no secrets between us. I knew what made him happy, what made him sad, what kept him running when it seemed impossible. Once upon a time, I was falling in love. Now I'm only falling apart.
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