… Do you know how much that moment means to me when I first met you? Do you know how I want you to be happy in each of your birthdays? Do you even know how much our dreams mean to me, even till now? How much I thank Allah that I knew you & had moments of my life with you?
Perhaps you don’t know, perhaps you never understood or bothered to.
My birthdays never meant that much to me; neither had I wanted you to do anything special out of it. Because each day with you had its own charm, I didn’t long for any special day. Even then how could you do that? I have survived that time when each of the moments only tortured me without you beside me. Even then, how will I survive the day when you called me that? Do you know how much you always mean to me? Perhaps you never did or won’t do either.