They say writing a letter to someone makes everything easier. I really wonder, sometimes...Distance makes the heart grow fonder, but there's only so much that a heart can grow. It's amazing how easily we can convince ourselves about something? We remind ourselves of things which perhaps aren't totally true and in no time we accept the fact that its a whole and honest truth. Like how much you want things to be just like a fairytale and you tell yourself that it is, not doing much about it. But when reality struck you in the head in time to come, then you realize how long you've been lying to yourself.

I bet you couldn't answer these if I asked you. What makes me special, eh? What makes me different from everyone else? So why me? I won't lie and say that I've not been wondering.

To tell you the truth, I miss you a hell lot and I'm not sure when's the next time I will see you again.