You

Writing has always been my style.

I still can't tell you many of those things that I can write to you.You know it better.

I had thought of writing something special on your birthday but didn't have time to think upon it.

I'm inexpressible as I have always been.

Seems as if you got an inherent property to be able to listen to me each and every time.

Maybe you won't believe but I praise you in front everybody and sometimes the appraisal is followed by tears in my eyes.Tears of happiness.

I believe that you give sense to every madness I show.

I know you can't express anything on the compliments you get.You are not accustomed to compliments.

So don't worry I won't hurt you further by writing down the spoonful of goodness you have;-)

All I want to say is maybe our cold war never ends.It all started with a slap and would continue until you need a stick to walk down a path.

Love you friend.

My words may become piercing sometimes but believe me, all of them are just temporary.

People change.Circumstances make them change.

You are true but maybe the circumstances are not.