Round age for Mr.DJ

It's Mr.DJ's birthday today!
I wish I could meet him for coffee and give him a present. I wish we could have a lovely talk on the phone. But we can't. I was hoping we could, so I wrote last week, but he made it clear he doesn't want to speak to me. Don't know if yet or ever, but I do miss him lots. I sometimes listen to his songs and I remember how much fun we used to have, how we went to have breakfast at the cafe that remembered me of pulp fiction and that played the same song every time we were there. I remembered how I used to dance on his music and how I asked him to teach me how to make music. I remember the last time I went by his place how he let me try to make music too. It was fascinating.
I miss our talks. I miss laughing so hard at our stupid jokes. Dear Mr.DJ, I miss our friendship so much. I can't just burst into your life and force you to go for a coffee. Still, I'd like to send you all the good thoughts and hopes, I know all your dreams will come true and I'm sure next year will take you to where you really belong and where you feel happy.
Happy birthday my beloved friend!