To the only man, who love(s/d) me. Without me having to beg for it of course.

I hope you are doing well, with the slight limp. I hope they don’t make fun of you like I did.

A day too late, that too because I had my temper run, but I am sure you would understand like always. Not everyone keeps me that happy. Not everyone is you. Much Love and Bhuttas to you.

Bhalo theko.