sorry
Ha!
Every time I read her mail…and ofcourse mine, I find a thousand new things…
I find thousands of truths which I couldnt have even imagined when it happened….
I lmissed her.
She was the only one whom I could have approached. But I didn’t. I dont know why.
I dont even know why I crave for someone’s shoulders to lean on and weep..
Dont know why I long for a caring heart that would probably listen to my agony…
Dont know why I feel sorry for having none on my side who could probably understand me…
I deserve this, dont I?
I have choosen to ‘discard’ her from my life…
And I have to take the consequences, no?
I MUST realize what I missed in my life…
I do feel bad for missing her…But not sooo much like what I feel for not understandind her…not realizing what she really meant..
Perhaps, she is right in calling it ‘courtesy’.
The fact is that I was blank—occassionally receptive to some crap of his and some toughts from her… … …
I am sorry dear.
I know this sorry cant revert all the tears that have flown onto her cheeks…
I dont even expect to be forgiven..even in the eyes of God…
I know I deserve this.
I am sorry dear.
I am sorry my sweet friend.
Sorryyyyy
