To the man who played the guitar called ‘Pinch’:
“I miss you. I miss your hugs. I miss being wrapped in your warm embrace. I miss our laughters. I miss making you laugh and seeing those tears of joy. I miss the carefree person that I am when I am with you. I miss your singing out-of-tune. I miss our sharing of ideas. I miss your music and the song you composed for me. I miss your care. I miss the hand massage you provide to me. I miss your simplistic and logical views on life. I look forward to waking up in the morning and seeing your face. I look forward walking down the aisle and seeing you waiting for me in front of the altar. I wish you will be here and we will explore the world together. We will both make a difference in this world. I love you. I care for you. I miss you.” #cheesy# =P
To the 86-year old guy who still believes he is 16 years old:
“I kneel in front of you and I listen to history. With you, I understand more the past that creates my present reality. I learn my roots – which make me understand of what I want for my future and who I want to become. You relive history for me – I am still your one and only ‘Intsik’. Be healthy. Wait for me on December – we will celebrate your 87th birthday. Ooops, I mean still and forever your 16th birthday.” :-)
