Stubborness

We're both mad. Furious at each other, and probably never going to speak a word to each other. I was right, she was a hypocrite. Others are agreeing. But I still feel... That I should give an apology. I still feel I should get on my knees, and let her kick me right in the face.

The pain of being right. The agony. It shouldn't have came down to this.

Why were we so angry at each other, before any of it came up? Before the arguement, before the debate, the discussion. Why were we holding knives to each other's throat?

Why do I feel compelled to say those three words?

I am sorry.

I don't want to admit it, but I am. I know I am right, but I still feel like saying it. I wish I could strike it all down. I wish we could go back to how it all was before. What was bothering us? Why are we so.. Alike?

Damn, am I ever sorry. Sorry for saying what I said. For doing what I did. And for being a sorry bastard.

Sorry.

Added: I wish I could tell her sorry. To her face, as it should be done. But I won't. I don't want to hurt her again. I'd love a second chance, but I know I'd end up botching it. I'm just proving time and time again, to why females are better than males. I'm just showing that all men do, is apologize. We mess up, and apologize.

Women don't need that. They deserve better. So why do men always screw it up?

Damn, I am sorry.