I’m sorry for all those things I did.
I’m sorry…
For poking out too much which I thought as giving bounteous attention.
I’m sorry…
For irritating you to a point where you lost control without me giving a try to understand you.
I’m sorry…
For asking things may be which I wasn’t supposed to, but instead catch on without being told.
I’m sorry…
For not knowing what to speak.
I’m sorry…
For not knowing how to react.
I’m sorry…
For not knowing when to ask.
I’m sorry…
For not being in such situation where I cared for someone may be to know what had happened to them and the sole reason for their twisted swings in their mood… if so, I could have known you to the best.
I’m sorry…
For noticing you being “NOT OKAY” and annoying you like a kid asking you the same, till I get the hoped-for answer even on getting one on the front-end itself.
I’m sorry…
For putting efforts to know the reason behind may be to help you out, instead of trying humor may be which could bring smile on your face.
I’m sorry…
If there is something out of my hands which wasn’t intentional at all but just out of misunderstanding.
I’m sorry…
For all these sorries when these sorries don’t just mean to say sorry for nothing…
But to tell you…
That EGO is just a word when it’s you, that I care for you…
And… your smile brings smile on other faces too…