When the doorbell rang, I already know who it was. Someone I am dreading from my past. A person who broke my tender heart. I thought I got rid of him altogether but I saw him at the mall and he wants to be friends. I don’t know how to say NO so I just shrugged my shoulders and nodded to his request for a visit to my place.
It is firm in my mind that a repeat of the past will never happen. When he entered my place, I knew how strong my resolve is. There’s no more sparks that flew in the past between us. Not, there’s nothing. I have finally moved on.
