You didn't want to see him, but he had to come home to get the stuff.

Him. Your ex-fiancée. The man who almost became your husband. John.

He left you minutes before walking to the altar.

He was coming back after a six-month deployment. This was the first time you'd seen each other since that day.

He said ”You’re pathological people pleaser!” in the groom's room. You were no good for him. No, you weren't good enough.

When you opened the door you saw John. He smiled nervously.

"Hi."