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Or maybe badly injured.


Or in jail.


After nearly 2 weeks of silence, I resorted to checking the obituaries, local news articles, and court records to see if I was right. I figured that I was probably overreacting, and being sensitive and emotional again. After all…maybe this was it. Him leaving me alone. For good.

I actually prayed that was it. That he was just “done” with me. At least it meant that he wasn’t lying dead in a ditch somewhere. I felt relieved when I didn’t find his name listed anywhere (and his sister’s MySpace page didn’t have “RIP Big Bro” in her status).

The very next day…the day after I broke down and admitted that I cared and was worried about him…he texts me to let me know his phone was cut off, and he was sorry about the delay. He even made a joke about “paying the 5″ to get his service turned on. ['Martin' TV Series reference]


I breathed a heavy sigh of relief. He was okay, and he wasn’t ignoring me. I was slightly embarrassed at how I reacted. I’d even sent him a few “Are you ok?” texts, along with a real live phone call to see if his phone was even on (which honestly, it seemed like it was, but…whatever). I wish I had held out that extra day before going all Sherlock Holmes on him. At least I didn’t entertain the thought I had to ride by his house. [I stopped myself there. That was officially "going too far".]


Any other time…I probably wouldn’t have been so concerned about not hearing from him (well, not in a “life or death” kind of way…we always ebb and flow). But he fell off during a sensitive back and forth exchange that we were having. He kind of left me hanging, so my emotions were heightened.

Coincidence? I hope so. But neither one of us saw fit to pick up where we left off nearly 2 weeks ago.

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