I have waited a long time for this moment. I always knew that when things ended it wasn’t the end of me and you, it was a see you later. I knew at some point you would crawl back into my life, wishing you never left. I have had countless conversations about this with you in my imagination. There were so many versions of it, ones where I would be filled with rage at how you pathetically and cowardly left, and ones where I would just run to you because I would be filled with joy to see you and let bygones be bygones.