Roughly a week ago, I received a text from him asking to meet so he could "right what (he) made wrong". Needless to say I was incredibly surprised, both for the olive branch and that he was admitting he'd been in error in some way. I agreed to meet. Heck knows I've had unresolved issues about that whole mess and the abrupt and hostile way things fell apart.
We met on Tuesday at the flat that was once 'ours'. It was strange to be back in that environment. I felt at once comfortable and yet out of place. I was so nervous. On the drive there I was giving my steering wheel a pep talk about not being silly/nervous/suspicious. I went prepared to listen to what he had to say and hopeful for some answers. I think I was open to a positive outcome and yet wary of trusting too quickly.
The talk was good and it was actually really good to see him again without wanting to bash his head into a wall. Unfortunately I didn't get the answers I sought. I would have been happier with answers I didn't like, than with none at all. Regardless, I accepted his apology. I told him my feelings about the saga and how stuff has affected me since. We chatted about life for a while afterwards and it felt mostly 'normal', though awkward for me at times (has anyone noticed how awkward the word awkward looks?).
I hope we can become strong friends again. I don't know his new fiance from a bar of soap, but she sounds like a positive influence in his life and I applaud her. I am happy that there's no animosity anymore. It's never pleasant going through life thinking someone hates you and not understanding why.