I was 14, he was 15.

He awkwardly took 15 minutes to ask if he could hug me.

He's like that dark mysterious traveler in a fantasy novel. The archer.

But I didn't know what was love, and I always flirted, but never took a chance. My sisters joked about us too much. He gave me a blue rose one Valentine's Day, and I had to sneak it home and not let my dad know. He also made me a leather book cover with a carved rose on it.

I still feel like I failed him and broke his heart, when I went to a wedding with a new friend instead of him.

We met 10 years ago, haven't really talked at all in 3 years.

... Now he visits his friend (possible girlfriend) two buildings down from where I live with my future husband.

Is it awful I want to ask him to have a coffee with me? I feel like I need to explain and fix what I broke... I don't know if I can have my future wedding in peace until we talk...