Oh, no, Shakey, it was years later, really. I heard someone calling my name in a market and there he was (it was his hometown). Just thought, 'Oh, that's cool,' and went to greet and the usual, 'What brought you here?' came up and then, sorry to hear about your split. Been there.' Aw, what a shame! That's too bad.
So then he said, 'Hey, if you're not doing anything just now (as a matter of fact, no, my wanker lover just fucked off to climb with his ex-gf), care for a coffee?
Yeah, right. Should have just said, 'How about we skip it and head back to yours to shag for the few days I'm here?'
But we got there in the end 
See, OP, the universe is like that. If he's meant to touch more than your heart with his healing parts, you don't need to do thank you notes and chocolates. One day, the moment will arise.
Of course, I never felt very sentimental about him, I didn't want him to love me for the damaged soul I am, I just wanted to fuck him . . .