Out of the blue? No. 'Out of the Twilight Zone' would be a more fitting description. It had been years (five, to be exact), since I'd heard from him.

Our relationship had been a very serious one. We'd started dating when I was only 18. He was 27 and divorced. In spite of the age difference and his failed marriage, my parents loved him. Now that I'm older and a parent myself, I have to wonder what they were thinking. But that's a story for another time.

Anywho, I got a phone call, late on a Sunday night. It was from him. I was living in Brooklyn, he in Jacksonville, FL. He said he'd been thinking of me, and missed me. He was sorry about the way things had ended between us, and often wished it had been different. Then he told me that a ticket was waiting for me at the Continental Airlines ticket counter in LaGuardia airport. The flight would leave early the next morning. If I was willing to come, there would be no strings attached. It would just be a weeklong reunion, of sorts. "And," he said, "his parents would love to see me again."

When someone calls you from out of nowhere and gives you only minutes to make a major decision, you have to say no. Unless you're me. I said, "Yes."

I threw a bunch of clothes in a bag, ran to the ATM for some cash, and called a car service to arrange a pick-up. All the while, I managed to avoid the internal conversation my brain was trying to initiate with me. Then I called Annie.

Annie and I were co-workers and I wanted her to let everyone know I'd be out of town for the week. She predicted that I'd never go and never come back. Frankly, she more excited about the adventure than I was. I hadn't really had any time to think about it.

So I went. And when I got there, this man from my past, someone I didn't really know anymore, ushered me into his new apartment, where his parents were waiting. After a round of "It's so good to see you," and "My god, don't you look wonderful," his mother showed me around. The apartment was enormous.

"It's so big," I observed.

"Isn't it beautiful?" his mother chirped in her adorable southern accent. "Just perfect for a wife and children, don't you think?"

Huh?!

It was the strangest experience of my life...like walking into an intervention where the goal was to cure me of my singlehood. Or an Amway ambush, trying to sell me marriage and children instead of vitamins and floor polish.

But here's the weirdest part: I stayed. I stayed for the whole week, even though I was so uncomfortable. Why? Anything beats working.

I have been here before. You see, when this one dude who I love so dearly, decided to leave me over the summer and then pop back into my life that August I was mad. I thought about never talking to him again but I had to be real with myself, I love him still to this day. So what did I do?

I answered the phone. In simply answering the phone I felt as though I was being a better person than most. Majority would've ignored the call, not I. I talked to him and he explained to me how he didn't want anyone else and that he didn't want to deal with having any other type of relationship if it wasn't with me. I can see how he says this because most women are so caught up on being insecure, 'crazy', and taking their man's freedom that they don't know how to just go with the flow. I always just went with the flow with him. I never really called to ask what he was doing or where he was at 24/7, or begged to see him every day of my life. If he asked anything of me I would always listen and try to be all that he needs in a women whilst he fulfills me in some ways more than others. Just simply living by my own philosophy of how a relationship should be kept him aching and yearning for more.

The phone conversation actually went really nice. I noticed that whenever he was trying to prove a point he would say, "Sierra." It wasn't just what he said but how he said it. He made me feel as though I was special, needed. I still feel that way today, more than ever, but that phone call... I will never forget.

The phone rang and I almost jumped out of my soul.

I met him over the summer. At a camp. When our time ended we went home to our separate towns a 5 hour drive from each other. The rest of the summer we just spent texting each other. Skype, FaceTime, OOVOO, at least thrice a week.

Suddenly nothing. I thought my phone was broken, that something bad had happened to him.

One month

Two months

Three months

Suddenly a text.

"Hi, how have you been."

Like nothing had ever happened. Being polite, I answered back. The whole weekend was just like old times. And then nothing

Until a few days before Valentine's Day.

Rage.

I felt so much rage and anger.

And so I thought screw him.

I haven't heard from him since then and I don't know what I'll do if he calls or texts me again.

Probably hunt him down and slap him.