It’s been two years. A long two years. At first, it was all fun and much laughter and drinks, he was relishing in his newfound freedom. And then he notices just how dull his life really was. The emotionless hookups that send him into a frenzy afterwards, and not the good kind. God, he couldn’t remember the last woman he’s met that had personality. And the quietness in the manor. He missed your spark.

He had stumbled upon a coffee mug you used when you were in the manor, once upon a time. And he missed it. Missed you. He knew the divorce wasn’t easy for you. He didn’t make it easy and you were only lucky you and him had a prenup. And he regretted it. He should have given you every penny he had even as compensation. But his ego and pride just wanted to get rid of you like if you were easily discarded. Like nothing. No, you were everything. And he was the most horrible person to realize that too late.

Stumbling across your Facebook, he could see that you’ve been traveling. Trying to be out there with your friends. He never liked them because they didn’t like him and he now realized how right they were. His fingers hovered over the keypad, trying to figure out what to say. He missed you. A lot. And he was such a fool. All for freedom and pride. It wasn’t worth losing you and he realized that now.

“Hey… I know you probably don’t want to speak to me ever again… but if you had a moment, perhaps we could grab a coffee?” He sent the text, and with much reluctance too. You didn’t deserve him bothering you like this.