"What if he was here?" My friend molly said as we sat in silence.

"what do you mean?" I asked, taken aback by her sudden question.

"Like, what If he just decided to come back; try and waltz back into your life like nothing ever happened."

"I wouldn't let him." I said with a stern voice.

"What do you mean?" She asked as she diverted her attention to me, no longer looking at her battered old converses.

"I mean what I said. I wouldn't let him. I'm gonna do whatever I can to never let a boy break my heart like he did. He hurt me so bad, It was a pain that I never want to experience again. If you asked me this question a year ago, I would've said that I would invite him with open arms, but now? Now I know my self worth. I know that I shouldn't be treated like that. When he left, I learnt to lock the door." I said, exhaling.

"what do you mean 'lock the door'" Molly asked, a look of confusion covered her face.

"Like I learnt that when he left, you're no longer supposed to keep the door wide open. If they choose to leave, then let them, but make sure to lock the door right after because if you don't, they'll just keep coming back whenever they please and fuck you up even more. So please, lock the door. No one should ever go through that pain." I said, leaving her speechless.