Dear Dreamcatcher,
Happy Birthday, this whole thing is dedicated for you, and for you only; you deserve it. I'm sorry that I wasn't able to give you a gift this past week, though don't worry, there's many "next time" available in the future.
As I said in the green envelope, it was not the last of my silent serenade.
If I can't sing a song to you below your balcony (yet), then I will sing you a song in the form of actions: where words doesn't need to be said in order to convey thoughts, where eye contacts are enough to make verses, where paragraphs can be made when my hand accidentally touches yours, and where gifts turns into instruments that plays endless tunes to keep you company even in days where the world becomes mute.
Nisa, your life will never ever feel uneventful, I will serenade you forevermore.
Happy Birthday D! more green hearts to come
From: Me, the one and only, J ^.^
