I don't know why I am writing this letter exactly, and I don't know if you will recieve this letter... exactly. Infact, I have not truely written anyone in ages; I can't sleep. My mind dwels off into a valley of thoughts. Yes it is earily to sleep. Yes I am tired. Why I think what I think doesen't make sense all the time; why I can't stop thinking of you. And I think I can understand that. But I don't understand myself all the time. And yes all the time I exactly have known why I am writing this letter.

Everybody has moments in there lives...
I wish I could tell you how much I cherish spending time with you,
How those are the moments in my life.
How I could tell you...

Happy Birthday,