So. It's been a while. I've changed, and so have you.
I confess: I never stopped thinking about you. I always wanted to come back, but it was a bad relationship.
Yet to my great annoyance, in all the years since I left, I didn't find anything I liked better, or even just as much. Apparently I can't shut up about it either, to the annoyance of my local meatspace.
I want to come back. I hope I'm not the only one. Great changes have happened; more will come, as surely as the weather changes with the seasons. It will never be the same, but that's okay. It was never going to be the same.
I have some ideas about what to do now. Concrete, actionable, practical. I needed time to write for myself, and now I find I am sick of writing for an audience of one.
Let's see what happens.