Why now? Why, after two years of not a word, suddenly strike up a conversation and ask to meet the gang again? It was a bit awkward, which you probably noticed. Nobody was sure what to do - you just re-appeared. And perhaps you'll be gone again now for another two years. But I don't want that. I miss you. I know I ruined you, but you ruined me. Every girl since - it all comes back to you. Breaking up with you is the biggest regret of my life. But I thought I needed to get out. I didn't know it would be so long. That you would go so far away. I'm going to open and honest, because if I'm not, I'll regret this for the rest of my life. I don't know when you're coming back, but that doesn't really matter. I'll come to you if I have to. I've made this mistake once before, and come back to you, and you took me back. To ask a second time, I don't blame you if you don't say yes this time.
Will you have me back?
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