April 21, 2008

I am not perfect….

I’m so sorry you can’t forgive me. I thought we were close enough, that we mattered to one another enough to forgive. My offense wasn’t that great — I let myself be provoked, got paranoid; it had been a rough week; I am not perfect and don’t mean to be. I reached out to you. I apologized. Was eager to. I’d do so again if you’d talk to me. And while I want you to do what you have to do to feel right in your skin, to feel safe, I think I deserved better.

Submitted by: Colette

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