He has returned. Idle hands are surely the devils playground. I have been toying with the idea for less than a week when I finally made the move. My fingers run scroll down the contact list of my cell phone. I usually glance at his number when it’s on the way to call Mr. Awesome. This time I had something else in mind. What was I going to say? Was he going to return the favor? Is a text appropriate or an email? 

I pressed send and I waited. I walked in the door to settle down after my day. The phone just lingered until that jingle jangle filled the air. It was him. He was sincere as I can only imagine considering all the sorted past him and I have had. I know once I sent that message I thought I have possibly made a monumental mistake. Disappointment would be the status of my friends. I can’t help but wondering why it takes most women years to figure out entirely why they go back to the same man.

Honesty was my policy this go around. I had missed ‘us’. It was all of what ‘we’ had. Something special that helped me sleep well at night. The coffee shop, up and down Lincoln Square, the glasses of wine shared the coffee. Our trips to Target accompanied by sweet gentle kisses. The good begins to out way the bad.

He would not stop texting me and wanted to know why I had decided to make contact after all this time. I told him that it was as blatant and honest as me telling him that I missed what we had. He actually said he missed me to, for whatever that was worth.

I finally picked up the phone to have a real conversation. Once again he only lives in his own world and of course has to call me back. This is a test, one he failed over and over again and why distance had been our friend up until 30 minutes ago. He does call back, to think if he had done that in May, I might have been laying next to him that very moment. He mumbled something about a glass of wine. I mumble back that it involves me getting into my car. Oh yeah, he says.