Thank you.

You whom I've been so mean to, calling you d mean one, and don't make a huge fuss of it.
You who is the first to text me in the morn/afternoon to make my day.
You who always make me smile with every lil thing that you do.
You who randomly drop hugs.
You who treats me like a lil girl, while behaving like a kid yourself.
You who knows something's wrong without me telling.

And you who is so sweet to call me at 12am, just to hear my voice before you start studying. Yes, you have the rights to be sour when I confidently shouted someone else's name.
I'm so sorry, I hope you knew how happy I was.
I wished you saw how madly I smiled.
Meanboy.
You, got me hooked.