the truth is
Yes, believe it or not, it's all because of you: that I think with my heart and not my head. That I constantly lurk on your blog just to see if you've posted anything new. That I keep signing in to YM even though my gut told me 'Nothing Good Will Come Out Of It". That my heart skipped a beat when finally, after what seems like a really long time, a text message came. That I start questioning my entire actions and reactions over the past months, when you say that you miss me.
I did miss you too; maybe I still do. I kept it to myself, hoping that eventually I'll stop missing you. But you, I guess you don't know me that well to know that everything you say or do affect me in one way or another.
So finally, it all comes down to this. There were times when I wished I hadn't met you, and yesterday was another time.
ps. I still don't know what to do about the books.