Letter to a boy.

I know I made out with him. 

I also know that I could make up a million excuses justifying why I did it.

But the truth of the matter is that it isn't because you talked about other pretty girls, it wasn't because of what was in my system, it wasn't to make you jealous.

I just did it. 

And the only thing I could think about was you.

I regret it and I wish I hadn't. 

I'm sorry.

Sometimes I don't feel good enough to be with you.

I know that I'm not the kind of girl that you can show off.

And I think that was what you initially wanted, but you're a good guy.

You do things for the right reason.

I'm sorry and words don't mean a thing. Actions do.

So if you give me another chance I won't mess  it up.

Even though I know that I don't deserve another chance.

{sweetdreams. Day dreams and night dreams alike}