Knock Knock. The soft sound of someone calling at your door in the middle of a rainy night, wake you up in a rush. This was odd, no one would ever come to your place, not this late. Opening the door, being greeted by the gloomy face of your ex boyfriend. Or at lest you thought he was your boyfriend, till he told you “We aren’t dating, not even friends. Don’t misunderstand what we have…if we could say we have something”. That was the last time you both talked, and you walked away.