It was a normal day—the same normal day that I’ve been having since college had started. I was dazing out in front of my computer when the doorbell rang. I quickly looked at the time: 3:47 PM.

“Who could that be?” I murmured in an annoyed voice to myself. I was very comfortable and didn’t want to get up from my boring—yet, comfortable—position.

I ran to the door and peeked through the glass to make sure it wasn’t a killer. The person outside was just skinny. I contemplated opening the door when I was home all alone and no one would hear me scream ‘Bloody murder’.

I shrugged. “I could take ‘em,” I said quietly.

With that, I opened the door and the person who was standing there looked back at me with nervousness.

“Mel?” He asked.

I just stared back. My “normal” day was no longer that. I felt as if everything inside of me was breaking and shattering and being put back together… Only to be destroyed again.

What do I say to him? Many phrases that I could have said flashed through my head in record time:

“What the fuck are you doing here? Where’s Amy?”

“You took me out of your life and you’re here again?”

“You’ve got some nerve coming back here.”

“You came back for me?”

I had said none of those and just looked at the man who broke my heart more than a year ago. I opted to go for a hostile tone.

“Brady.” My voice came out in a sigh of relief and I wanted to kick myself for still being in love with him.

“I got accepted into UCLA,” he smiled.

I bit my lip. Our plan was that he would go to school here and we would have a relationship—as opposed to a distant relationship, if he still lived in Georgia.

“But, you know,” Brady started, “I wasn’t even planning on going to school out here. After the whole…” He trailed off and looked at me and then at the ground.

“You mean, after you ended things with me and had a relationship with Amy? When you promised me the world and, in the end, just left me with a broken heart?” I snapped at him. He took a step back from the anger in my voice.

“You see, though,” he said softly. “I made a promise to myself. I would apply to UCLA, and if, for some odd intervention from God, I got in, and then I would come here and be with you.”

“You hurt me, Brady,” I whispered.

He said nothing. Instead, he walked right up to me and held me in his arms. I slowly put my arms around him and, as if on cue, we both sighed because we fit perfectly in each other’s arms.

“Can I come in?” He asked.

Before I could nod, my phone started to ring. The song was fast beat and I quietly and guiltily sang the ringtone in my head:

“I feel like I just seen the sun for the first time. You make my life bright ‘cause you shine.”

“Mel?” Brady asked.

“It’s me and you, baby, it’s our time. I’m living my dream, girl, ‘cause you mine.”

“Are you going to pick up the phone?” His hand floated to cup my cheek and I moved my face closer to his hand.

“You got me skippin’ down the street and singin’ love songs all out of key.”

I slowly got the phone out of my pocket and stared at the name on the front of my phone. I didn’t see it clearly, due to the tears in my eyes, yet, I already knew who was calling me from the ringtone.

“I didn’t smoke nothin’ but I feel so high and I know why. It’s a love thing, it’s got to be. Your heart’s all locked and I got the key. It feels like I just won the lottery ‘cause I got my girl and she got me.”

I turned off my phone and invited Brady into my house. That was the first time I ignored a call from my boyfriend.