Treasure Island

Rohit Sapra

(7 August 1984 / Gwalior)

You Are So Special


Indeed, you are special
Very special you are
Not saying it just to impress you
My heart does care very much about you as a friend
Some friendships are unique as they create a difference
By spreading care.
You even accepted my sadness and tried to be the healer of my wounds
If you did not know this, I am telling you now
Probably, you will never read these words
Though, I just wish to say that I pray the very best for you
Since, you helped me with your feelings when I required someone the most
Thanking you with all my honesty and I hope that you do believe me because nobody else does
Take care and always be happy.

Submitted: Sunday, November 03, 2013
Edited: Monday, November 04, 2013
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