She said i would broke out in tears during our powwow that night.

I was unable to discern what was disheartening her once more, thinking hard to all possibilities.

So i arrived with ears all prepared to listen to her predicaments.

But yet a hand so familiar presented a gift right on my face.

With curiosity, I traced the silhouette of the wrapper.

I knew right then what was in store for me.

Seems so "Message In A Bottle", with an addition of an essay long card.

All of which look so familiar to me.

But even so, thankyou.

Life may seem like a piercing thorn right now, my dear.
But yet i would still be there to sail right along with you.
Like how you picked me up even my petals wilt.