Dear YourQuote, Thank you for being there and for allowing me to pretermit some of my insecurities by Embracing my written flaws. (A letter from me to YQ) Dear YQ, First of all I want to clarify myself why I'm late. Okay, truth is I'm terrible at wishing birthdays actually I don't feel like wishing. It's just the way I'm. Yes, I know I am good at giving appericiation but it's about a particular day and I don't find words to make a bunch to make someone feel special. Now excuse me for my excuses. I can praise you with everything I have. You slowly became my anchor while I was drowning into deep depression. You became my destination while I was running breathlessly here and there in bare foot. You became my soothing lullabies while I was afraid of sleeping. I have remembered the exact time when you became my silent escape. And it's both the best and worst quality I have. I don't forget things, I pretend to forget but I remember every damn thing.
