I learned today that penguins mate for life. Even if they are separated for years, when they find each other again, they celebrate in song. I want that. And flowers.
What would you do if someone special, we're talking cross-the-icy-ocean-in-a-rowboat special, resurfaced after years, apologized for everything, took complete responsibility, offered heavy compliments, and seemed sincere?
Write a book about it, I suppose.