06/20/2026
part two.
Y'all. I have been staring at my phone for days trying to figure out how to even start this post. I told myself I wasn't going to make it a whole thing. But I also haven't been able to stop thinking about it and I need to put it somewhere before I combust. Because the person who just texted me is the same person who packed up every single thing he owned and walked out of my life while I was on a girls trip with my mom and sister. No goodbye, explanation, nothing. And when I tried to reach out he had already blocked me on everything. Every platform. Every number. Gone. Like five years meant absolutely nothing. Like I was nobody. That was a year and a half ago. And I have not heard a single word from him since. Until now.
Let me tell y'all about the five years first because you can't understand the "hey" without understanding what came before it.
I met him at a line dancing night. I was mid-step when I bumped into him and before I could even open my mouth to apologize this man laughed, grabbed my hand, spun me twice, and placed me exactly two feet to his left like I was always supposed to be there. And then just kept dancing.
Five years, y'all. Five years of someone who could actually see me, not the version of me I was in public... but me. He was spiritually in touch. He was patient with my attitude. He cooked. He was a gentleman. And we could laugh for hours about absolutely nothing and it never got old. It was a good relationship. Not perfect. But genuinely, consistently good. The kind of good that makes you stop bracing for things to fall apart because you start to actually believe they won't.
And then one day they did.
I went on a girls trip with my mom and my sister. Three days. I came home on a Tuesday. His things were gone. Not some of his things. Everything. Like he had planned it. Like he had looked at the calendar, picked his window, and moved his entire life out while I was dancing with my mom in another city completely unaware what I was coming home to.
I reached out. I swallowed every single thing I had and I tried. Texts. Calls. Everything. He disappeared. On all of it. Every platform. Every number. Gone. A year and a half of silence.
And then last week my phone goes off and an unknown number says "hey"...
So now you understand why the number wasn't saved. And now you understand why I typed "you have the wrong number".
He said "I call BS, can we talk?" And I have been leaving it on read and minding my business but I would be lying if I said I wasn't curious about what a person even says after something like that.
What do you think? Does he deserve a response?
What do I even say?
