No Apologies Necessary You apologized for being unromantic. And I said nothing. Missing our ride, you hugged me upon my late arrival. You explained how you freaked out when you didn’t see me on the tram. You looked around. You called my name. You thought you lost me. I was an idiot then. I thought I lost my card so I didn’t get on. But your reaction was pretty sweet. It was heartwarming. It was precious. Yet you apologized for being unromantic. Lying side by side, you asked me if I was happy. I nodded. “Very happy?”, you probed. I said yes, looked at you with smile carved on my face, and threw back the question. You said yes. “Very happy?”, I probed. You said no, looked at me with gloom painted on your face, and pointed out my departure. I felt a pain in my chest. You apologized for being unromantic. And now, I am saying something. Listen closely.