Then without fail, X comes back. Usually with amazing timing and nil real explanations. In this case, after an entire year just the day before an exciting date with Serbia and right as Kentucky launched confederate pursuit. You are smirkingly convinced you are now Hot Shit when the Ex-Flicker pings back and you're reminded of all the awful indignations you willingly suffered at their hands. Vis a vis the sweet memories for all that was good back then. At work, I turn to Chocolate Momma in exasperation, "What is it? Is it a Super Power, some kind of She's Moving On Timer that makes them look up and decide this would be the day for a Come Back?"
"Uh-hmmm," she tutts. "You KNOW it never fail, child. The bastards just seem to know, they gots to get you before you goes."
Chocolate Momma shakes her head, "Uh-hmm, that's the plan baby girl. They gots to jack you up. First, they gotta leave for Lawd knows what reason, you crying and shit, they be disappearing like the Law after they ass. Then when you finally gots your head on straight, you about to have you a good ol' time, they be a-comin up like some stinky ass fart. Oh, and they cowards too, I heard that." She sashays off with a head roll.
"Take your peace," I write. "But if you've written me to see what I think of you thinking of me or if I still think of you, then I wonder if we'll be trading emails for eons before someone tells the truth. If you really want to know how I am, calling would be better." It's time to man up.
If he wants me, he'll actually have to come and get me.