Can you guess who that fellow is whom My Soul is referring to, here?

Tragedy he writes,
Sugar he speaks.
Always smiling,
Yet not showing his teeth.

Pragmatic he is and,
Bitter truths are his play.
He remains a mystery to me
Though we talk night and day.

While talking,
He can never slow down his pace.
It's a tough challenge for him
To show his face.

There's nothing he doesn't know,
Not even sparing me.
The moment I get furious,
He comes up with a sweet apology.

It's hard to believe
That we're just pen friends.
Our partnerships let us know
That we're away from the trends.

Always lost in the eyes
Of his "dream girl".
Hope he meets her someday
Before greying his curl.

I can never express
How much will I miss him.
When he goes away,
For his future that's not dim.