I'm here. And I am going to tell you how much you mean to me. But I can't. Because it's too hard to describe. You make me feel nostalgic. If that makes sense? I mean you make me homesick. Because I want to be with you. And I can't wait till we meet. Because we say these things we'll do, like fainting, or some other small thing. And I really want to do things with you. And of course not only that....