I thought I'd never hear your name again unless I mention it myself. I thought it was over and done with. You were off my favourites list on Facebook because even Facebook knew it was over. But the amount of people who asked about what happened between you and I, is enough to bring your presence back into my mind. You walked in and out of my life like it was a fucking train station. I'm like an abandoned train station and you have left all these tracks behind for people to step upon and explore deeper into what is left of the station or what is left of me. I'm sick of people asking me what happened, because I have to remember what you've said to me and why you think we should part. People just stfu, relationships just end alright, does it matter what happened? If I told you what happened can you bring them back? Answer is fucking no.