... for oh so many things. For words I never meant, for words I meant but never said. For love that I felt and hate. I'm sorry, for letting go, for wanting yet not wanting. I'm sorry for being blind and lacking courage, for expecting to much and giving to little. I'm sorry for being the worst friend I could be. I'm sorry for the trouble I've been and the uncomfortable silence whenever I (if but for two seconds) hold my tongue. I'm sorry. I don't always mean it when I say I love you, but I mean when I'm saying it to you.
Once again a note to everybody and some people more in particular. I hurt you too often knowingly and willingly, being that which I am is never an excuse.
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