A Phone call.

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.