Jensen was the boy next door your whole life and your roomie through college. Your best friend in every way. After graduation, he got a job opportunity over 800 miles away.

On the day he was leaving, he kissed you goodbye and asked you to come with him. You were so shocked that you couldn't say a word. Did he actually feel the same way you did? Unfortunately, he took your silence as a no, so he hopped in his car, and drove away.

After taking a few minutes, you snap out of it and try to call him, but he wouldn't answer. You spend the next couple of months trying to reach out. You even took that long drive to see him, but you didn't know where he lived, so you wondered around the town asking about him. Now it's been three long years, and you haven't seen or spoken to him. He had completely cut you out.

You were house sitting for your parents, who were on a month-long vacation in Europe. You were looking out at Jensen's' parent's house, having flashbacks of your happy childhood with him. A smile comes across your face when you see a moving truck pull in, and there he is. He steps out of the driver's side door with what looks to be a friend in the passenger seat. You knew his parents had moved out, but you assumed they were selling the house. You had no idea he was moving in.

You stand there frozen, looking at this man that had meant so much to you but had cut you out and broke your heart. He looked phenomenal. Absolutely gorgeous. You can't believe he's here.

As you look out at him, you contemplate what your next move is. Do you talk to him? Should you ignore him? Make an excuse to go outside? What do you do?