Sometimes I feel a pang reading about the things going on in your life now and then on the computer instead of hearing them through your voice, of seeing words describe how you feel about each special moments, instead of inferring them from your tone and expression, of knowing a little about what has transpired without being part of these memories... of sensing the frustrations when they arise but not being there to assuage them, of wanting to do more but not knowing what and how...

Even though I don't utter some words, I hope you understand.

To you, the one who likes to say "...Rocks" so often,

I only wish for the best for you.