.........Isn't that so many days that you are out of scene. There is no one in this world who understands me as much as you do. There isn't any good listener than you to whom I can tell all happenings of day. There is no one who really knows why I have to shop something every other day. There is no one whose eyes lights up when I suggest something extremely bad with laughter. There is no one who make those small wishes to me. There is no one who knows why I didn't laughed the whole day. There is no one who knows how tough it is at times with all life stuff. There is no one who knows when and why I am angry. There is no one who knows almost everything about me. Come back soon !
Confessions of me to myself