i remember that one time when you told me you just finished reading that one book and you thought the main character was like me and all. well, i finally read the book after almost a decade of holding back. and he wasn't like me. he wasn't like me at all. or at least he wasn't like me the way you thought and talked about it. then i came to this stupid conclusion that maybe..maybe you thought it like that because you read it at a time when we were almost always together. and that maybe our proximity back then kind of penetrated your psyche. that you somehow thought of me quite often back then. that somehow, it was that time when i thought you were starting to like me. well i know you liked me, but not like that. but once, i thought you were starting to like me..like i liked you. and this thought somehow still has that pinch that it does to my heart. because as i've said, this is a stupid conclusion.
