I’m sorry that I’ll never really care.
That every kiss and soft whisper of I love you,
every gentle touch and deep conversation
where we share our hopes and dreams
will not be real.
Not to me.

I’m sorry that you’re not the one I want.
That when I look at you
and know you’re mine
and I tell you how much I care about you
and how strongly I feel,
I will be pulling the words from the reserve
of what I want to say to him.
I will be completely and utterly dissapointed
in being with you.

I’m sorry my standards have been set
far too high.
So high that no one will ever
(ever)
be able to reach them.
Not you,
not anyone.
He’ll always be the best.

I wish I were a better actress.
That I could truly convince you
(and maybe even myself)
that you are the one I want.
But I’m not.
And I can’t.
I can’t hurt you anymore.
It’s just not fair
for either of us.
So I guess this is it.
I’m sorry.


-h.n.g