It's been one year and one month since I last saw you. {{I've been keeping count. I could tell you how many minuets it's been since I've last saw you.}} Given the choice to go back. Given the choice to see you again. Given the choice to play those same; stupid 'do you like me?' games. . . A week ago I would've said yes. A week ago I would've jumped up && down, tears stramsing down my face. I would've screamed 'Yes. Oh god, please, Yes.' But now. Given the choice. I'd say no.