The year is 1978. Ralph’s 17 and you’re 16. It’s Winter, and it’s very cold outside.

Ralph and his friend, Jackson, are walking at a park when they spot you, Ralph’s ex.

Ralph: Shit, man!! That’s my ex!!

He whispers frantically.

Jackson: I’m sure you’ll be fine. They didn’t do anything wrong and neither did you, so why be nervous about it?

Ralph: But what if they try to talk to me?!

In reality, Ralph’s only scared because he misses you and still loves you. A lot.