To Whom It May Concern:

I’m sorry that you can’t accept me for who I am.
I’m sorry that I am actually a nice guy, not a jerk.
I’m sorry that I open your car door and pull out your chair like I was raised.
I’m sorry that I was raised right and treat you with respect.
I’m sorry that I bought you roses to tell you that I like you.
I’m sorry I don’t have a huge bank account to buy you expensive things.
I’m sorry that I’m not cute enough to be “your guy.”
I’m sorry that my body’s not ripped enough to “satisfy” your wants.
I’m sorry I like to spend quality nights at home cuddling with you, instead of at a club.
I’m sorry I can never do anything right, and nothing that I do is good enough to make it in your world.
I’m sorry I would rather make love to you.
I’m sorry that I am always the one you need to talk to, but never good enough to be with.
I’m sorry that I listen to you at night, talking about how you wish you could have done something different.
I’m sorry if I start not being there because it hurts being used as a door mat, only to be thrown to the side whenever it suits you.
I’m sorry that you can’t realize I’ve been the one for you all along.
I’m sorry that I told you I loved you and actually meant it.
I’m sorry that I cared.
I’m sorry if you read this, know somebody like this but just don’t care.

I find it humorous that ladies always complain and gripe to their friends that there is never any good guys out there, then always seem to end up with assholes who mistreat them. Well ladies next time you’re complaining, maybe look up to see who you’re complaining 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. One love