SORRY FOR THE REST
I'm sorry.
There...
I said it.
And I am.
Sorry that when I met you
I was fucked up beyond the telling of it.
Sorry that I ever went to your house
and let you come to mine...
even if I was happy with what we found in those places.
Because I wasn't in my right mind.
You told me you were weren't ready,
but neither was I
and I'm sorry that I pretended that I was
or thought/hoped I could be...
But the moment I first saw you
was magical
and perfect
and I just hoped that could spill over into the rest of my life...
only it didn't.
And I'm sorry.
And I think about you sometimes,
and I wonder how you are,
and hope that you are safe and whole and happy...
and that you don't hate me too much.
Because no matter how much you hurt me,
I know I hurt you too,
and I didn't mean to;
I swear I didn't.
And I guess I forgave you ages ago,
and I didn't even realize it until today.
I hope you're still in the world.
I hope you're still listening to Tori.
I hope you're still drawing.
I hope you still remember the magic Tori kiss and can smile...
that moment that we both wanted and had no clue what was to follow...
that kiss I don't regret...
I hope you can forgive me for the rest.
Because I've suffered over those mistakes;
truly I have.
And I hate the idea of you hating me.
Written By Jason Wright
MAY 21, 2007
for Sean Mobley