So we've all done it - fantasized about bumping into an ex at a time when the stars mysteriously align to make sure that you are in a happy place, in a room full of people who love you, that you look good and couldn't give a damn what he thought about you. You've also imagined the various things you would say to him - mostly revolving around what a total asshole he was - but the words would flow from a perfectly scripted place and you wouldn't be tongue-tied or nervous; where you got your entry and exit cues perfectly, where laughs came from rueful mirth and not a desperate cover-up. And the final movie-ideal of actually getting an apology (gasp!!) and being able to genuinely say that "it was okay" - and know that when you said it, you really had forgiven two flawed people and the shit that happened.
Movies and books talk about these kinds of moments. I'm here to tell you that when it happens in real life - and shockingly, it does! - it's much more satisfying.