It had been a few months after the divorce, but he shows up at your doorstep, drenched in the rain. You can only faintly smell it, but he's been out drinking. He thinks about you, all the time. He loves you, still.

"'We don't pick the ballroom, we just dance', but I wanna share every dance with you. I need you back, dear."

He regrets ever letting go of you. And he's sorry.