"Dear Someone/Mr.Stubbron/Mr.RedTie/Chinchu/Laalu/Sadu/SadiShakal/Arpan/Mallu/www.Com/L.N/Ted,
I really don't know how to not wish you. But I still won't.
Maybe because there's no need of me wishing you. Or maybe because you didn't wish me. Or maybe because you majorly suck.
I tried texting you. I tried calling you.
But, I figured, things are just not the same anymore.
And then I thought, maybe I should still wish you. Because it's never too late to change.
But I guess, this is how we are and maybe this is how we will always be now.
This is not a birthday blog because I don't think I should write you one.
Maybe because I don't want you to think that I still care.
You know even though there have always been a lot of maybes in our story, there was always one thing I was certain of.
And that thing is that you'll always be somebody I'll care for.
Even if the love ends, even if I move on.
I possibly cannot stop caring for you.
Because all this while, you have been there.
Even if there were a little commas in between, I never really saw a full stop.
Happy birthday, haramkhor.
I'll always be sorry for all that I did to you and I'll be angry for all that you did to me.
And yet, I'll always be greatfull to all the things we did to each other. (IYKWIM.)
Take care. :*
Yours,
Moti/Wish/Lakshita/Saand/Bhais/MotherDairy/Pagal.
