I'm sorry Matt.
I'm sorry for being so jealous
But it wasn't my fault. You knew damn well how much I liked her. You knew how my heart
seemed to leap out of my chest when ever she'd give my one of those smiles.
She never smiles at me anymore
That bright, happy smile is nothing compared to how she smiled at you. It never radiated love.
And that's all I wanted from her, even if I never will get. .
I never got the nerve to ask her out. Maybe if I did we would still be friends.
I shouldn't be blaming you, in this letter that I've composed over a thousand times in my mind. It
wasn't your fault.
The blame should be reserved for lonliness and tequila. And years and years of watching the one
woman I was truly in love with stare lovingly up at my best friend.
That's yet another thing I know.
If it weren't for those three things, you and Lita would still be together. Married even. Her belly all swelled up with your baby. And I'd still be your friend.
But no. The spunky redhead I used to know is a shell of the woman she was.
And the only person by my side is the one I dragged down with me.
I'm sorry Matt. Almost as sorry as I am for myself.