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Sorry I was Never Enough…

I found this on someone else’s blog………..

Sorry I was Never Enough…”To all the girls who look past nice guys”.

I’m sorry
That I bought you roses
To tell you that I like you

I’m sorry
That I was raised with respect
Not to sleep with you when you 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 an ass

I’m sorry
I don’t have a huge bank account
To buy you 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 love to you then just screw you
Like some random guy.

I’m sorry
That I am always the one you need to talk to,
But never good enough to date

I’m sorry
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

I’m sorry
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

I’m sorry
If I start not being there, and 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 you call, to listen to you cry for
hours, instead of getting a couple hours of sleep before work

I’m sorry
That you can’t realize.. I’ve been the one all along.

I’m sorry
If you 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 you can’t accept me for who I am

I’m sorry
I cant ever do anything right, and nothing that I do is good
Enough to make it in your world.

I’m sorry
I caught your bf with another girl and told you about it, I thought that was
what friends were for…

I’m sorry
That I told you I loved you and actually meant it.

I’m Sorry
That I cared

I’m sorry
That I listen to you at night and talk about how you wish you could have done
something different.

I’m sorry
That you cant see what’s right in front of you.

I’m sorry
That I try to make time to hang out with you, and when I finally can, you
ignore me and talk to someone else.

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My First Love

I woke up with a start. I was crying. May be I was hungry. I didn’t know where I was. No one came to comfort me. I turned and tossed on the bed. As I turned to my left, I saw her. There she was, the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. She was fast asleep, her right thumb in her mouth. I knew then that I was looking at my first love. I was in a hospital. I was born just yesterday.

Just then my mother came in, took me into her arms and nursed me. I was denied the view of my first love. I cried. I cried harder. I wasn’t hungry anymore. I wanted to look at my first love.

I saw concern on my mother’s face. She thought I was sick. She was right. I was sick. I was sick at heart. The doctor was called. The doctor came in. He took my temperature. He checked my blood pressure. He could not find anything wrong with me. If only he could look at the place where I was hurt most.

I was placed on my bed. Placed on the bed facing my love. I was happy. I stopped crying. I heard a sigh of relief from my mother. The doctor went away shaking his head. I was then left at peace. I looked at my love. Without batting an eyelid. There she was. A thing of beauty. Still sleeping peacefully. With her right thumb in her mouth.

“Wake up. Wake up and look at me”, I thought. I could only think. I was not supposed to talk. Remember, I was just one day old. But there she was. A sleeping beauty. A sleeping beauty not older than myself. Could she have a name?? Do I have a name myself?? Do one-day-olds have names?? I kept looking at her. Willing her to wake up. She did not. Instead, sleep nursed me and my heavy heart. I dreamt. I dreamt about her.

I woke up. I turned to my left. I looked. The bed next to mine was empty. My sleeping beauty was gone. My first love!! My first love was gone when I was sleeping. When I was sleeping and dreaming about her. Did she atleast see me before leaving?? Was she aware of my existence?? My existence and my love for her?? I felt sad. I felt lonely. All alone and with so many unanwsered questions. With so many unanwsered questions and a heavy heart.

I cried. My mother came in. She took me in her arms and fed me. I cried harder. The doctor was called. The doctor came in. He prepared to take my temperature. I wailed. I wailed my broken heart out. Thus ended my first love.

To My Friends

To My Friends Who Are…………

MARRIED
Love is not about “it’s your fault”,
but “I’m sorry”, not “where are you’
but “I’m right here”, not “how could you”
but “I understand”, not “I wish you were”,
but “I’m thankful you are.”

To My Friends Who Are…………

ENGAGED
The true measure of compatibility is not the years
spent together but how good you are for each other.

To My Friends Who Are…………

NOT SO SINGLE
Love isn’t about becoming somebody else’s
“perfect person.”
It’s about finding someone who helps you become
the best person you can be.

To My Friends Who Are…………

HEARTBROKEN
Heartbreaks last as long as you want
and cut as deep as you allow them to go.
The challenge is not how to survive heartbreaks
but to learn from them.

To My Friends Who Are…………

NAIVE
How to be in love: Fall but don’t stumble,
be consistent but not too persistent,
share and never be unfair,
understand and try not to demand,
and get hurt but never keep the pain.

To My Friends Who Are…………

SEARCHING
True love cannot be found where it does not
truly exist, nor can it be hidden where
it truly does.
Love is magic. The more we hide it, the more it
shows; the more you suppress it,
the more it grows.

To My Friends Who Are…………

PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE
Never say I love if you don’t care.
Never talk about feelings if they aren’t there.
Never touch a life if you mean to break a heart.
Never look in the eye when what you do is lie.
The cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to
let her fall in love when he doesn’t intend
to catch her fall.

To My Friends Who Are…………

POSSESSIVE
It breaks your heart to see the one you love happy
with someone else but it’s more painful to
know that the one you love is unhappy with you.

To My Friends Who Are…………

AFRAID TO CONFESS
Love hurts when you break up with someone.
It hurts even more when someone breaks up with you.
But love hurts the most when the person you love
has no idea how you feel.

To My Friends Who Are…………

STILL HOLDING ON
A sad thing about life is that when you meet someone
who means a lot to you, only to find out in
the end that it was never bound to be
and we just have to let go.

To My Friends Who Are…………

SINGLE
Love is like a butterfly. The more you chase it,
the more it eludes you. But if you just
let it fly, it would come to you when
you least expect it.
Love can make you happy but often times it hurts,
but love’s only special when you give it to
someone who is worth it.
So take your time and choose the best.

The shortest distance between a problem
and a solution is the distance between
your knees and the floor in prayer.

(Note: I found this article on someone else’s blog)

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Tenzin

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