A blast from the past or the clash of the Titian's?

How many years has it been since I last heard from Shyam? I think of him often, wonder how he doing but know he's erased me from his life for whatever reason. I can't bare the thought of deleting him from my phone, so he's still there, haunting me when I look through my contacts and come across his name. Yesterday the inevitable happened, I accidentally sent him a text message. I meant to send it to the person underneath him in my phone book, but marked his name by mistake. I didn't realize it until maybe 15 minutes later when my phone made that glorious noise I love alerting me of a text message. (It's the little things in life that make me happy.) A great joy took over my body as I looked and saw his name, then came the sick feeling and the lump in my throat. I read it, and the joy I felt seconds before crashed into hurt ... "Who is this?" Who is this??? He was actually asking who I was!!! He didn't even recognize my number?? He's deleted me from his phone and his life?? So many smart comments came to mind, but I couldn't be mean ... I loved him, I missed my best friend I once shared every possible thought with! I simply wrote back, "I apologize, I sent you a text by mistake." and left it at that thinking he couldn't have possibly forgotten my number. Minutes later I get "Who the hell is this??" Shyam hasn't changed, typical response ... but still it hurt, he honestly didn't know who it was. I was hurt, mad, and lost ... I wanted to just throw my phone and crawl into that proverbial black pit and cry until I fell asleep having my slumbers take me to that magical land where everything was perfect. But I let my anger take control (as I usually do, you would think I'd learn) and wrote, "It's Abby, don't worry I'll erase you out of my phone as you have erased me out of your life!!!". Never heard another word back, never will. I hate thinking that the last contact I had with him was saying something so mean. Is that what he's going to remember about me, how much of a bitch I was?? I can't help but wonder if he missed me any, or had any fond memories or thoughts when he found out it was me.
Yet another one of life's mysteries I guess ...