It had been almost a year without you, one whole year. I was doing fine, I had my life together and I could finally say that I was genuinely happy. I had good grades, a great job and even better friends. Best of all, I hadn't thought about you in months. Life was finally going my way.

That's when it happened. It's like you knew I was doing fine without you, it's like you have a radar for that kind of stuff. I woke up one morning to a message from an unknown number. It might have said unknown, but still, somehow I knew it was you.

1:58 a.m. - "Hey"

Is that your way of trying to insert yourself back into my life? By texting me at 2 in the morning? Of course, I responded. I mean could you blame me? My level of curiosity was peaking and I just had to find out why you were trying to contact me.

I asked but you always avoided the question. You would distract me with compliments or remind me of memories that I thought you forgot so long ago. I was so wrapped up in the moment that I didn't even bother second guessing your words or actions. How could I have been stupid enough to believe that this time could be different than all of the rest? No surprise, it wasn't different. You left again, disappeared into thin air and I heard nothing from you for months.

It was nothing new. I continued to go on with my life, my daily routines remained the same and soon enough you were back. You were so present that it seemed unreal. It felt like the person I was talking to wasn't really you. You seemed different, like a new person. Maybe Europe had changed you, I kept telling myself while also remaining cautious of everything you had done in the past.

You told me things like, "What if we are meant to end up together?" and "We were never feasible before but we've both really grown up," and "Things would be different this time around." I didn't fully believe you because I honestly thought I was in an insane nightmare of sorts. You left me with the words, "I'll see you tomorrow" and then you never showed up. No call, no text, nothing. Just like every other time before.

I think at some point it became a game for you. You began to see how long we could go without contact and then check in to see if I still loved you. Then, every time you got a glimpse of the hope in my eyes you would run the other direction. The last time though, things felt different. The conversations, the feelings, they didn't seem as hollow as they once had.

But still, the next morning when I woke up, you were nowhere to be found. I always thought I was just another form of entertainment for you, but then sometimes I think that maybe somehow you did mean some of the things you'd say. I'm not sure how or why, but I'm still convinced there was some meaning in your words of false hope.

It doesn't matter if everything you told me were truths or lies. It doesn't matter if you believe we're meant to end up together or not. My life isn't a revolving door that you get to choose when you want to walk in and out of it. You can't just come back when it's convenient for you.