[ 10:34 PM ]
I just finished reading "If You Could See Me Now" by Cecilia Ahern.
I hardly ever read romance books.
But this one was pretty much worth the time and effort.
Only that the beginnings were a little gnirob. (boring)
I teared towards the ending.
Felt so sorry for Ivan.
And then i couldnt stop.
My tear glands just didnt listen,wouldnt listen.
I went on and on.
Crying and crying.
I dont know why.
While i was crying,
I asked myself why are you crying? what for are your crying? is it this? or that?
Or is it that you've thought about that person again?
I dont know.
Maybe stress, maybe depression (i doubt so.), maybe sadism.
But i felt better after the crying.
Like something has been lifted off me.
A big, unseen boulder.
At least theres comfort from that.