Dearest RaY,
If words were alchemists, I would bid them turn back time and unwrite the fault my hand hath penned upon the scroll of fate, for by a most unfortunate mischance I did cast a downlike upon thy comment when no such judgment was ever intended. Yet time is a stubborn king and grants no audience to regret. Thus I stand before thee clothed not in excuses, but in honest remorse.
My soul doth bear the burden of what I have done, and each passing hour serves only to deepen my sorrow. The wrong I have wrought was neither worthy of my better nature nor of the grace that hath been shown unto me, for thy words deserved no slight from me, nor did thou earn any measure of disfavor. Would that I could gather every shard of confusion this blunder may have caused and mend it with mine own hands, but such miracles belong to heaven, not to mortal men.
Therefore, I offer thee the truest coin I possess: my repentance. Let my contrition speak where my actions have failed, and let my future deeds bear witness to the sincerity of this confession. Though I cannot command thy forgiveness, I humbly beseech it, and pray thou knowest that the fault was mine alone—a wandering finger, a fleeting mistake, and nothing more. May thee find it within thy good grace to pardon this most foolish error.
Sincerely,
One_of_the_fujoshis

Even in his past life he suffered