I’m sorry that I didn’t take you that seriously.
I’m sorry that I let my pride get in the way of opening up my heart to you. It hasn’t always been easy to admit that. It hasn’t always been easy to admit that you didn’t do all the wronging – that I played a part in it – a fairly large one.
I’m sorry that I took you for granted when you walked into my life and wanted to be my friend because I wanted it to be about me. I opened up my heart enough to let you fall for me, but not enough to fall for you. It was too easy to give you space without taking any residence with you.
I’m sorry I was incredibly selfish with you. That I have always been selfish, and prideful, and that you are not one of those men out there breaking hearts. That I could break your heart – that I did, break your heart.
I’m sorry that you wanted more from me and I wanted nothing to do with it. I let you think I could give that to you, but stepped away while you didn’t notice. I’m sorry that it took me much longer than it should have to say goodbye to you. I’m sorry that not enough women have chosen to be a consistent force in your life. I’m sorry, that though I said I wouldn’t, I fell into that category.
I just want you to know that you weren’t always the bad guy – that I was capable of being bad to you. That I always wasn’t good. And in a world that will demonize you, that will always make you out to be the bad one, I want you to know that I too can be wrong. That I know that I am wrong – and that I am sorry it ended this way.
Though it doesn’t always seem that way, I will always deeply, deeply care.
The girl who knows she is capable of hurting you