It makes me so angry...

... that the moment I think I'm over you, you come back into my life and make me feel exactly the same way you used to. In love with you, to the point where spending the rest of my life with you seems a certainty, a perfect possibility, the only possibility. There's a condition. I need to be honest. We can't exist together if you don't know everything. If afterwards you hate me, if afterwards we break this, if afterwards we find that maybe we were wrong, that we aren't meant to be. Well, at least we tried. No more what ifs...