I’m the guy who sees the first star
In the night sky
and thinks of wishes to be made.
I’m the guy who collects each card
That he receives:
Cards carry thought in writing,
colours carry emotion.
I’m the guy who will love a book
As a gift,
But loves the inscription more;
Those few words are the reason
For all the rest of the words
Printed within.
I’m the guy who forgives easy,
Millennia of letting go
Is carried in my unconscious.
I’m the guy who cries
When watching a sad movie –
(Yep, i’m that guy,
So beware.)
I’m also the guy who doesn’t expect less,
Though there is more understanding derived from each facet of new experience.
I’m the guy who doesn’t regret
Much.
I’m the guy who loves easy but long.
Love tends to last
Over money, life and even time.
I’m the guy who recognises,
The inevitability of loss,
Yet chooses to return
To what appears fragile.
I’m the guy who has learnt a lot
But isn’t done with learning.
I’m the guy who wants to give up hope
But isn’t done with yearning.
Hearts Still Care 
I too enjoy a book with a hand written note and hand written cards 🙂🙂🙂🙂. My friend once gifted me a book on my birthday , and she didn’t write anything on it, coz ,she thought that would amount to defacing the book. I asked her to write something and now i cherish that book.
A thing that i do with small handwritten cards or some trinklet gifted to the by a friend, is to paste the card on my almriah & attack the trinklet to my almirah’s keys or fasten that trinket to a drawer handle.
This way, even when i am feeling down and low, just looking at this stuff reminds me that there are people out there who cherish me🤗
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