I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that those girls called you disgusting. You aren't disgusting; you're in love. You have a right to that just as much as the rest of us. Your holding hands on the bus was not disgusting. What's disgusting is the primitive, childish attitude that those girls - not women, girls - have. What's disgusting is their inability to be mature and tolerant and respectful.
I'm sorry that you deal with this on a regular basis. I'm sorry so many people don't know how to hold their tongue in this so-called "progressive" century. The ones making progress are you, showing courage in the face of this meaningless adversity. They are only holding us back from making progress as a city, a state, and a nation.
I'm sorry that these people believe they have a say in your life. They aren't your parents, and if they were, they'd be sh*tty ones. You don't belittle them for the clothes they wear or how they act in public, no matter how disgraceful. You don't tell them to stop being disgusting when they are three sheets to the wind and grinding all over every man around. You held your tongue that night because you aren't like them; you just want to be left to yourselves, and I'm sorry that they took that from you. I'm sorry that your life is so much harder based on the way you love. I think it is a beautiful thing to be able to love someone, and they are blinded by hate, and I'm sorry they force-fed that hate to you that night.
I'm sorry that people are still trying to take your rights away: rights you are entitled to as a human being. Human Rights. It hasn't been long since the injustice stopped and the tolerance - and acceptance - started. I'm sorry you are only getting a taste of the equality you so deserve as a human being. I sincerely hope more people evolve out of their prehistoric mindset and start to realize that all of us were created equal and should be treated as such. We are all born naked.
Most of all, I'm sorry I didn't stand up for you. I was a coward. I had to sit in a room next to that girl for the next two hours, and I was more concerned about my comfort than yours. I like to think I do good things, and I am so disappointed in myself for letting that terrible thing happen to you. People like me are almost worse than people like that. We're too afraid to speak out about what is wrong because we are too concerned with ourselves. We're the biggest hypocrites and jerks, but we've convinced ourselves we aren't. I only hope, for the sake of others, including you, that we can learn to change. I'm sorry that I didn't learn sooner.
I know it doesn't make what happened any better or any easier to process, but you and your boyfriend are damn cute together.
