I knew you were going to call

I was sitting at work when the phone rang. I was in the middle of a CBIA (Comprehensive Brain Injury Assessment) and I was in the zone. I glanced at the phone and did a double take. WHAT?! You were calling me? After not speaking to me for about 4 months you decide to pick up the phone and 'chat' about life? I wasn't upset that you called. It was a surprise and it threw me off. You see, I moved on and the phone call didn't help with the healing. We chatted about your trips around the world, my trip to Spanish Fork, books I've read-books you've listened to. And the conversation was a good one, but why did it happen in the first place? You were the one who ended things, not me. So I may have been a hard one to date, but I tried-a little. And I'm getting better all the time. I recognize where I went wrong and I really am working on trusting others and letting them into my life. Back to you, my long lost, uh, friend? I wanted to ask why you called. To renew our friendship? You decided to give me another chance at love? You were bored? You made a New Years Resolution and decided to start the year out with a bang? Well, I applaud your efforts. I refuse to analyze the phone call anymore than I just did. But I will have you know that I knew you were you going to call. I'm not sure why, but for some reason I just knew. I liked being with you. I liked who I was when we were together. You made me feel smart. Beautiful. My opinions mattered. But that just wasn't enough. So thank you for calling, but next time, I don't think I'll answer the phone.