It was the fifth, no, sixth time your ex texted you. You didn't know what to do anymore, well, yes.

Okay, you can block the idiot, but when you're a few inches away, you hit the 'block' button,those thoughts always come to mind that make you hesitate "is it right?" "Maybe I just ignore it..." "What if..?" And that's how you never press the button.

You stare at your phone screen, watching as more and more messages arrive, before you can start to get frustrated and bring your hands around your head. You hear your dear coworker and also, the best with tastes in fashion—ahem, Gigi Thompson— she said it and you know you can't deny her because she really knows what she does.

She sits across the cafeteria table and looks at you. "Again, right?" She simply mentions, taking a sip of her drink. "I've told you a thousand times what you have to do, baby. Press that damn button, don't look for more excuses." She replies somewhat frustrated, having to repeat her advice to you, again.