You were quiet when I wrote for the world, You were quiet when there were many inspirations for me but you. I didn't write for you because I didn't have the right words to put in place, I didn't write for you because I though you deserved more than my utterance. I haven't told you much lately because I have been too busy. I haven't said a deserving thanks to you ever since you have started being my support. I haven't told you that you are worth more than what I can ever describe. To describe you as a person what can I say? I know you can smile all day and hide everything behind it, I know you will never confess if you are hurt, I know you will never tell me what you feel like doing because you try finding happiness in everything. I know you are quite a mystery for a reason. You think I hardly know you or understand you, But if I wouldn't know you, I wouldn't write. My hand would stop at certain times, my words would jumble. I am writing for you even...
Just a lot inside my head which is necessary to pen down.