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walked back to my room.
    I laid down on my bed, opening up the paper once more….staring at the number. “Should call?” I asked myself. I look over at my nightstand where my cell phone was charging. I should…. I'm going to call. I reach over and grab my phone. Pulling up the dial screen, I began to enter in the numbers. 5...5....5. I stopped and erased them. Maybe I shouldn't. “Call, Sage.” I tell myself. “Call, what's the worst that could happen?” I began to dial again, this time at a much faster pace so I wouldn't talk myself out of it. 555-473-0960, send. The phone begins to ring. Once, twice, three.... "Hello?" I gasped. I was hoping it went to voicemail; but it was him. I couldn't say anything. My mouth wouldn't move. "Sage?" he said. I hung up the phone. How did he know it was me?  My phone begins to ring. I look at the number. Oh my goodness! It's him. I took in a deep breath and answered, "Hello?"
    "Sage? So you gonna call and hang up?" he asked. I could hear him smiling through the phone.
    "I didn't..." I began to stutter. I don’t know why he made me nervous. "I didn't mean to hang up. I just didn't expect you to answer the phone."
    "Why wouldn't I answer? I've been waiting all week for this call."
    He's been waiting all week, tuh! That made me smile, but I couldn’t give in. "Why? I'm really not that great, you know?" I said sarcastically.
    "You have to be great if I like you."
    That's something people are "supposed" to say. I doubt he was sincere about it. Trying to maintain my mean girl persona he encountered when we first met, I replied, "You don't know me, Arsen. That was the polite thing to say, but I am a big girl. You don't have to be nice because it's the right thing to do."
    "It is the right thing to do Miss Lady.  I'm not going to be mean, because you're not used to someone being nice." he replied. I got quiet. What could I possibly say to that? "I'm glad you called me. What are you doing?" he asked.
    "I'm lying across my bed; just put my son to sleep. What are you up to?" I asked trying to keep the conversation going.
    “I was reading." he said. Oh! He reads, I thought to myself.
    "Reading what?" "The Bible." he responds. He reads the Bible at that? There was a pause.
    "Well, I didn't mean to disturb you. You can call me back if you’d like?" I suggested. "Sage, it's fine. I want to talk to you."
    "Oh ok." I continued. "So what is your religion?"
    He exhaled as if the question struck some type of nerve. "Religion is man-made. I have a relationship with God and an understanding of the Universe."
    "Interesting." I replied.
    "Oh yea? How so?" he asked.
    "I mean that is an interesting concept, especially nowadays with everyone stamping a religion on what is right or wrong."
    “I am not guided by what man’s idea of who God is, and I don’t need the validation of being a certain religion to solidify my relationship with God.  Besides, it’s really just a way people justify the twisted interpretation of the bible, by attaching it to a religion." he explained.
    “Do you believe that prayer works?” I asked curious to get his opinion.
    “I believe that prayer is a healer.” he responded. “You asked that question as if you’re unsure of the power of prayer?”
    “I have a very painful past. I just doubt sometimes that God heard my prayers.” 
    "You know what baby girl….that's life. Everything in it is beautiful, even in the pain. That's when lessons are best learned. And this journey is all about growth for your soul."
    Listening to him talk about life was refreshing. He was so hopeful and believed there to be more to life than the present moment. I couldn't imagine him ever being this deep when we first met. I guess I was quiet for too long, when he asked, "What are you thinking?"
    "Nothing, just reflecting. I like the way you think Arsen." He laughed.
    "You like the way I think? Well that's good to know. What do you like to do? In your free time?"
    "I don't do much between