Disclaimer: Digimon is not mine. Neither is Back to December, which belongs to Taylor Swift.

I sighed, seeing you in front of me. I'm surprised you even agreed to meet up with me. After… what happened…

I ask you about yourself, and your family. I haven't seen them in a while… I… actually haven't seen you in a while, either… Daisuke.

You tell me that you've been having a pretty good life, but you've been so busy. I nod slightly, as though I know what you're speaking of. I don't. I rarely have a time when I'm actually busy.

Even though you're talking typically as we speak about little things, I can tell that you've got a shield up. I know exactly why, too.

I feel awful for what happened between us, that night. You gave me roses that night. They were beautiful, and they took my breath away. But… after you left… I put them outside… and I left them there until they died.

I swallow, pushing down all of my pride as I speak to you. I try to apologize to you. I think about that night almost every day. I'm… I'm very sorry…

But I am a coward. I cannot voice those two little words. 'I'm sorry.' How pathetic.

I miss you, so much. I thought you were holding me back. I thought when I gave you away that I'd finally be free. But I just miss you. I wish I had realized back then just how much you meant to me. If I could go back in time, I'd fix it all.

I can't sleep at night anymore. All I can think of is leaving you. I… I regret that I didn't call on your birthday. I wish I would've. But I'm still just a coward. I was then, and I am now.

I remember when we were hanging out in the summer. And when I fell in love with you in the fall. Or… at least that was when I realized it.

And then when winter came around… I got… I got so scared. You showed me that you loved me so often, and you did everything for me. You gave me all of your love… and I gave you away...

I try again to apologize, but I just can't. I'm too scared. I just wish that I could go back in time, and tell myself not to let you go. Tell myself that I love you.

I miss you. Everything about you, from your tan skin, to your smile. You were so perfect. You were so good to me.

And I remember back in September, when you held me as I cried for the first time in front of you. You didn't judge me, you didn't think I was weak. I knew that I was weak, but you didn't think I was.

I can't stop thinking about it now. Maybe it's wishful thinking, probably just mindless dreaming. But… if we got back together… I promise that I'd love you right...

If I could go back in time and fix this, I would. But I can't. So as I stare up at you, I know that if you decide not to take me back… if you decide not to let me in… I understand.

I have no pride left to push back. I look right in your eyes… and I say it. I apologize.

I pour everything out to you. I tell you how much I miss you, I tell you how much I wish I could go back in time and fix it. I apologize over and over… and I blink when you hold out a hand. My eyes widen at what's in your hand.

A beautiful red rose is held there, and you're smiling softly. Tears fall out of my eyes, and I take the rose. And you take me back.

And we forget about December.