“Oh come on. You can’t hate me that much.” Richard laughed nervously as he peered at you over your glass, which you practically buried your face in. “Why won’t you talk to me?” He sighed, his cheerfulness wavering for a second. But he was far from giving up.

Sure, it wasn’t a coincidence that he just so happened to be at the same bar at the same time as you. Not like he’s been tracking your every move on social media like some desperate teenager since he left you at the alter all those years ago. Totally.

“Look, I know I messed up - I just want ready! That’s all it was. I loved you. So much. I just wasn’t.. ready.” He sighed, and rubbed the bridge of his nose in frustration. “You looked beautiful on that day by the way. The dress, the flowers, everything. Just.. wish I was there to see rather than seeing the photos everyone else took.”