To accept, or not to accept?

It's weird when people from the long-ago past contact you on Facebook. Without a word in years, they suddenly want to be friends.

After being long-lost boyfriends, cheating when you make the leap from small town to big city for university, trying to mess with your head every time you return to your country home. After professing to you in moments of pure drunkeness that you're the best thing that ever happened to him, that he was a fool to ever let you go. As if he had a choice in the matter. False promises. Not that one would want them to ever come true.

It's a battle between wanting to creep knowing you're better off, and just wanting the past to be in the past.