I've had this happen so much, I think I have some strange telepathic ability.

From out of the blue, they come back to me.

I'm glad I missed the call. My heart stopped when I saw it. Yet, I returned the call (stupid me). Thank God, he didn't answer.

I don't want to talk to him, because I'm afraid of him. I got myself into a lot of trouble over him a while ago, and I have kept him at bay.

I've been being so good. Taking care and enjoying the mundane. No drama needed here.