Tuesday, 9 October 2007
06:11:59 PM (GMT)
that I bought you roses
to tell you that i like you
That I was raised with respect
not to sleep with you when you were drunk
That my body's not ripped enough
to "satisfy" your wants
that I open your car door,
and pull out your chair like I was raised
That I'm not cute enough
to be "your guy"
That I am actually nice;
not a jerk
I don't have a huge bank account
to buy you expensive things
I like to spend quality nights at home
cuddling with you, instead of at a club
I would rather make love to you then just screw you
like some random guy.
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
but never good enough to date
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
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 to listen to me when I need a friend
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
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
that you can't realize.. I've been the one all along.
If you read this and know somebody like this
but don't care
But most of all
For not being sorry anymore
That you can't accept me for who I am
I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
enough to make it in your world.
I caught your boyfriend with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was
what friends were for...
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.
That I talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your boyfriend was
threatening you instead of spending time with my family.
That I cared
that I listen to you at night talking about how you wish you could have done
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
head "Why won't you give me a chance?"
Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.
If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, repost as" I'm sorry."
If You're one of the FEW girls with enough BALLS to repost, and you would never
your guy feel this way, repost as Subject "Girls dont realize these things"