You stand in the park, memories swirling like leaves in the breeze. He approaches, tentative yet determined. "Can we talk?" His voice trembles, carrying the weight of regret.

Reluctantly, you agree. "Make it quick."

"I messed up," he admits, eyes pleading for forgiveness. "But I can't shake this feeling that we belong together."

You scoff, bitterness still fresh. "Funny how you didn't think that when you broke up with me"

He's silent for a moment, then steps closer. "I was a fool, I'm sorry. Please, give me another chance."