Rick who?

Things were going well.  I was in school, almost done with my classes, I was no longer working at the PASS Center, but had got a job with the IRS entering tax returns.  It was a horrible job, but paid really well.

One day I came home from school and Dad said that someone named Rick had called and would call back around five.

Rick?  Rick who?  I don't think that I know anyone named Rick.  Who could it be?  Unless...  There's now way.  It couldn't be.  Could it?

The only Rick that I have ever known was my first boyfriend, from high school.  All other men in my life were compared to him, and all had fallen short.  I still loved him, even though it had been ten years.  He graduated before I did, joined the Navy, moved away and went on with his life, so did I.  Could it possibly be that Rick?  If it was, what was I going to say after all these years?  Why was he calling?   How could I possibly wait nearly two hours to find out?  My stomach started turning and I thought that I was going to vomit.  I didn't want to get my hopes up, but what if it was him?  I had thought about him so much over the years, and always wondered how he was and how his life had turned out, hoping it was better than mine.  I'm sure he married and had kids, and was happy, so why was he calling me?

As the clock ticked closer to five, I could barely breathe, and at five on the dot the phone rang.  I slowly picked up the phone and answered.  "Hi Robyn."

It was him.  I almost fainted.