Berkeley, 08/12/03, 10:40 PM

My Angel,

    A few hours ago, I was sitting on the Indian Rock, watching the red sun sank slowly below the misty water. Do you still remember the Indian Rock? Yes, I sat alone on the same rock and thought about many things – my thesis, my future plans, and most of all, I thought of you.

    The past few months have been tough for me. My research was not going as well as I have wanted to. But you were always there to comfort me with your warm smiles and kind words of encouragement. I can never thank you enough for all the little things of love that you have done for me - making dinner, packing lunch, making sure that I ate healthily. I will never forget the snacks, the blanket and pillow you brought for me to stay overnight at the lab to finish up my paper.

    Whenever I am with you, I feel a certain sense of security, contentment, and that everything is going to be all right. There seems to be a certain kind of magic in you that makes me feel blessed and fortunate. But the more I think about you, the less I believe in magic because it is not magic, but your kindness, your devotion, your everything that makes me the luckiest man alive for I am loved by an angel. Sweet thousands of star-liquid dreams my angel,  

Anh thinh.