Mr. Nice Guy . . .
When you entered my space I knew something was different about you. You were not like all the others. Your first move was not to see how “lucky” you could get after our first encounter. You didn’t force yourself upon me; rather you respected my temple for you saw how beautiful, precious, and valuable it was.
See when we met, you were nothing but a gentleman. A man of your word. You called when you said you would, you honored commitments, and you truly meant all those sweet words you said to me:
– You’re beautiful
– I love your spirit
– You’re an amazing woman
– You make me happy
I was instantly intrigued when I met you Mr. Nice Guy because deep down you were everything I was searching for:
– Love the Lord
– A Leader
– Hard Worker
– Fun, etc
You were the “total package”. The epitome of the type of man I saw spending the rest of my life with.
Although you were all those things, I didn’t appreciate you right away. In fact, I ran from you. I guarded myself from you. Mr. Nice Guy you were just too good to be true. To me, you were “too nice”. I know it makes no sense to you . . . “too nice” . . . it didn’t make sense to me. So I ran . . . I labeled you . . . I turned you into someone/something you are not. Most of all I rejected you.
So Mr. Nice Guy, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I was incapable of letting someone like you enter and get close to me. I’m sorry I judged you based off the losers I dated. I’m sorry I was not in the right space to love and be loved.
Mr. Nice Guy, you were never “too nice” you were “nice enough”. Scratch that you were all that I wanted . . . all that I needed . . . but my wounds and pain numbed me from you. I’m sorry.
Mr. Nice Guy I hope you accept my apology. Should you give me a second chance, you would know that: I’m so ready to love, so ready to be loved, so ready for a nice guy like you!