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"Oh my dearest Emily i've always know your name, you are the treasure i have seeked out, the only one for me", he had to be joking this was all a cruel joke, right? "Well if you know my name what else do you think you know", note i was trying to be as rude as possible so he would leave, and leave me be in beloved tree. At that moment i had no idea what i should do, he spoke "I know that you love this tree and you wish for me to go away","I know that you perfer to be all on your own, but......you wish for someone. Me perhaps"! I couldnt beleive he was saying all this how did he know, i was just a lonely girl with no friends of course i wanted someone to love, and not to mention anyone could tell about me and perfering my green tree to anyone in my life that i wanted to avoid. So was he just really abservent or really some freaky mind reader. How would i know? "Don't question my ability to know you Emily, why do dislike me so? Have i been mean to you, i think not, i only wish you hear me out". I was listening but pretended i didn't hear him. "You belong with me Emily,..................Your one of us".

I'm sorry

16:06:57 - Apr 07 2007

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"Im Sorry" (From a Nice Guy's Point of View)



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 asshole



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 or party



I'm sorry

I would rather make love to you then just f**k 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 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 asshole 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.

The one who been there for you, the one who cares so much.



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 can 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 talked to you for nine hours on Thanksgiving when your bf was threatening you instead of spending time with my family.



I'm Sorry

That i cared



I'm sorry

that I listen to you at night talk about how you wish you could have done something different.



Ladies always bitch and bitch to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, and they always end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies next time you're bitching, maybe look up to see who you're bitching to, maybe that special someone is right there hanging on your every word as usual, screaming in his head "Why won't you give me a chance?"

Because the person you are usually searching for is right by you.



If you're a guy and you agree with this letter, repost as "I'm sorry "



If You're one of the few girls with enough balls to repost, and you would never make your guy feel this way, repost as "To all the girls who look past the nice guys"



*note from your rinie ru*

girls that do this should be ashed of themselves but not always you should always ask your guy friends if they have any feelings for you if they do give the poor guy his big break if not thats chiby to you can keep being friends never let fear rule your heart or youll smell like a nasty garbage can and not to mention youll always wonder what if * note from rinie ru*

I suppose this story of mine, Emily, that is started with a bang as my stories usually go. I was skimming the country side and the dark rolling night when all the sudden i had the erge to jump off the tree i was pleasently perched in, or mabey it was more like i was pushed by something. i spun around as my instict intwined wth hate*who or what the hell thinks they can push me off MY tree* but there was no one or anything in sight. Just the wind blowing gently through my naughted fluffy mess of red brown hair. What could this have been some gust of wind or mabey just my nerves i supposed. If this hadn't happened i would have been fine but i was paranoid untill the event struck me like an anvil. A boy about my age id never seen or never noticed more likley was perched at the top of MY tree that mourning, not saying anything as i approched. I headed stright for the top i wated him out, MY TREE IS MY TREE ya know. "i know what your thinking my Emily girl"I am Melesh"; he said this like a light whisper. I was awed, his voice was smoother then silk, crisper then any June bug,and heavy with an acsent that was so forein even my little brain couldnt imagine. "How did you my name"? he stared in quiet politness of the momnet and replied.

I am Emily and Emily i shall be till i find a better name that is. My mother and father named me such a horrible plan, boring, and dismaly ordiary name. Why may you ask, i have no such clue my eyes are not plan or are they i think not so! So dark they are, turning ever so amber when im in my temper, ever so light brown when i am down and gloomy, they look like the eyes of a hawk one that sees so much and stalks ones prey. How may i ask, do you name a child such a boring name with eyes such as mine. But that is not all what about my hair it matches my eyes so very well, its so tangeled and bushy it might be a Lion's, so full of heart and so feirce. So i Emily or the Unnamed you may call me will sit and wait for my story to tell you of my new name and they day i untapped my hidden talent.





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