mangosweet

Still remember how I sang you the happy b'day song in the phone last year. You were so flattered and surprised to hear me. And that's the day I got your phone number. 
After that you deviced a "missed call" coding system, which we competed almost everyday from then on. Most of the time I won of course, either you let me win purposely or you were forced to give in because of reaching home. 
It was because of that compeition I changed my ring tune and made you listen to my music. 
They are arranged for you, though you didn't get to hear the whole tune most of the time.

And all those bits seem so distant now, as to what is like between you and me.
I've been struggling for days whether to contact you again.
Though I know you are probably waiting to hear me singing the happy birthday song on the phone, I didn't think that's what I should do.
I've thought of recording me singing and send it to you through mobile phone, however, I didn't adopt this idea eventually.
Wearily, a text message of a few simple words was all I could do.

Happy Birthday, to you.