I’m sorry you’ve been mistreated in the past. I’m sorry that your daily caution isn’t equipped with x-ray vision; that you’ve become so cynical about romance that now you can’t spot even the few good apples in the barrel. I’m sorry that you think of me as a dull, conservative, predictable, judgmental, goody two-shoes computer nerd. I’m sorry that your usual acts of friendly conversation from a safe distance don’t work on me; that I’m not satisfied by text messages and water cooler conversations. I’m sorry that even now, your interpretation of the things I say is skewed by years of ill-intentioned advances from men you can’t trust, and by your predisposition against the kind of religious cabbage head you perceive me to be. To believe that you will ever be able to unconditionally love someone AND have peace of mind that they will never hurt you – I’m sorry that you’ve resolved to never being able to have those 2 coexist.