months ago...

I remember months ago, I kept teasing 'T', as I knew his dad likes to write poetry.. I used to say why don't you ask him to write a poem for me, and at that time I remember exactly the way he used to look at me! As if to say- what on earth are you talking about..

And now it's just happening... first time his dad has seen me he wrote me one, and today as I was having lunch he came up with another..
It's a feeling that's hard to describe.. I feel so precious and valued! All my prayers are answered, never asked or dreamt of more !