To him, She is perfect soul.

I want you to thank you for many things but I don't want to talk about it. Instead I'll write about it. I'll write about how our first kiss ended with a sound of beginning and there wasn't anything I loved more. I could still feel the taste of your lips against mine. I'll write about those long telephonic conversation which I still carry in my heart with a big smile on my face. I'll write about how we met for the last time and your hug was warmer than ever and my heart wasn't allowing you to let go. I'll write about how every time I held your hands and knew this fits perfectly in mine. I'll write about the sound of your heartbeat which made me to believe in myself. And I'll write about you a never ending story.