Rebuilding bridges

The dark clouds gather in the sky and it seems that it might begin to rain any moment from now. The chilly wind keeps blowing at me as I try to pull my jacket closer to keep myself warm. Do I regret my decision of coming here? May be a part of me does. No, not just a part of me- almost my whole being keeps telling me that I was wrong in coming here and the weather doesn’t make it any easier either. But then I believe that everyone must be given a chance to explain and that is what I am giving him today- just a chance. And personally I need answers too. He went away from me as fast as he’d come into my life. But a few days ago I met him when I’d no hope of seeing him ever again. No! I haven’t forgiven him and I don’t think I will ever forgive him completely! It hurt me then and it still hurts me now. As I see him coming from the other side of the bridge, I can’t help but think will the bridge that he’d broken all those years ago ever be rebuilt?