Love, Michael

Holding onto Memories

I awoke the next day to the gentle but scolding voice of my mother.

It was already 2 in the afternoon, and she wasn't pleased that my sleep schedule was becoming increasingly erratic. She understood my involvement with a global sensation like Michael Jackson, but she insisted there was no reason for me to be going to bed at 5 am every night.

I rolled my eyes playfully as she scolded me, knowing that she meant well.

With a sigh, I promised to try to get back on a normal sleep routine.

Before leaving my room, she handed me a beautifully wrapped box with a bedazzled black bow and a hand-written note taped to it.

It looked fancy, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement as I took the box and set it on my bed. Gently, I peeled the envelope off the present.

The handwriting on the note was elegant and familiar, and my heart skipped a beat as I read the words.

"Dear Y/N,

I want to wish you a very happy birthday, even though we aren't allowed to celebrate birthdays due to being Jehovah's Witnesses. I wanted to make this a special occasion for the lady in my life. You are allowed to open this present, though I must advise against it. But you know me; I can't resist giving you something.

I wish I could give this to you in person, but circumstances have made that impossible. Joseph, he forbade me from speaking to you. But please know that I will find a way to see you again. If not soon, then in the years to come.

I plan to leave The Jacksons after the next album's tour. It's a secret nobody knows. Once I'm on my own, I will find you again.

With all my love,
Michael"

As I finished reading the note, tears welled up in my eyes. I felt a mixture of emotions—gratitude, love, hope, sadness, ANGER.

The thought of Michael getting caught because of me weighed heavily on my mind.

With trembling hands, I reached for the present, unwrapping it to reveal a diamond necklace with Michael's initials, "M," and a jacket from that same magical night we had met at The Jacksons concert.

Feeling both defeated and hopeful, I sobbed softly, wondering if there was anything I could have done differently to prevent this separation.

But I held onto the promise in Michael's words—the hope that our paths would cross again in the years to come, and that our love would endure whatever challenges lay ahead.

I held Michael's jacket in my arms, hugging it tightly. The fabric still held his scent—the sweet cologne he had used that unforgettable night. It was a scent I knew I would never forget, a memory that clung to the jacket like a warm embrace.

I couldn't bear to part with it, so I gently laid the jacket on the other side of my bed, as if it were a cherished companion I could sleep with every night.

It felt like a piece of him, a connection that helped me feel closer to the man I had come to love.

The diamond necklace, laced with his initials, "M," hung around my neck.

I touched it gently, feeling the weight of his love and the promise of a future we both longed for. It was a constant reminder that he was out there, thinking of me, just as I thought of him.

As I lay in bed that night, worries filled my mind. How long would it be until we saw each other again? Michael was a global sensation, and there were so many beautiful and famous girls vying for his attention. I couldn't help but wonder if he would forget about me in the midst of his fame and the demands of his career.

I placed my hand over my chest, feeling the precious necklace against my skin, and I closed my eyes.

Despite the uncertainties and the distance that separated us, I held onto the memories of that magical night and the promise in Michael's words.

Our love was something special, something worth waiting for, and I vowed to keep it alive until the day we could be together again.

I just hope he will never forget me no matter what and who is attracted to him.

I will make it to him.