You Give an Inch, Ex Takes a Mile

I am chillin at work...
Phone vibrates...
It is a text...
443...909...####
The number is not saved in my phone.
But I KNOW this number...sadly by heart.

dun Dun DUUNNNNNNNN
The Ex.

And guess what he texts me? "Hi"
Hi? Hi?! Are you serious? I have had no communication with you and all you text me is..."Hi." Why are you even texting me at all? Thoughts...thoughts are swirling in my head and what I come up with to text him back after 20 minutes have elapsed is..."hello."
Suspicion sets in and I wonder what events occurred to set up him texting me this random night...preceded with why is my number still in his phone? He texted me back, "Well I was just doing my routinely checks on people to see how everyone was doing."

Routine. A noun. Pronounced [roo-teen]. Meaning a customary or regular course of procedure.

Now if I haven't talked to you in almost a year how are you saying, "Hi," become a part of your routinely checks? *scratches head* I am confused. Anyway the conversation continued. Even though I would have not minded never talking to him again I must admit that I was curious to know if his life was still in shambles. I shared my successes and when we got to him he happily told me that he finally got his new place. He asked if I wanted to see it and not to stunt on his excitement I said, "suuuuuuure." I expected 1 picture in my email but to my surprise I got 27. 27?! Why do I need to see a picture of a random wall in the hallway? But I hit him off with the, "That's nice," and left it at that. Not understanding his place in my life, he thought the next question he was about to ask would fall on eager ears.
"So anytime you come down to visit your peoples you should stop by to check it out..."
"Nah, I'm ok."
"Oh ok. I can understand if you would feel uncomfortable."
"No I wouldn't feel uncomfortable."
"Oh ok."

*silence*

"Sooo it was good hear from you. Hope things continue to go your way." He reciprocated and it was left at that.

You let them crack the door of opportunity to peek in and the next thing you know they trying to kick that bitch off its hinges.

Fast forward to 5 days later.
I am chillin at home...
Phone vibrates...
It is a text...
443...909...####
The number is not saved in my phone.
But I KNOW this number...sadly by heart.

dun Dun DUUNNNNNNNN
The Ex.

And guess what he texts me? "Hey beautiful. Hope you are enjoying the day."

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Excuse me? You got comfortable THAT quickly?! So I shut shit down by responding, "You as well, along with the rest of you life." Then I slammed that door of opportunity shut, pad locked that bitch and pushed a couch in front of it.