I'm sorry that you just happened to see me
kiss her.
I'm sorry that you're now making fun of
me because of it.
I'm sorry that I want to cry everytime I see
you.
You told me it is
all my fault.
But it is not my fault. I like her, alot. Maybe I even love
her.
Just please, stop blaming me for you telling everyone.
I thought we were friends, but I guess not.
