let me love you ~ michael jackson & ariana grande

navigating life...

July 9th, 2009

Ariana

The warmness of the sun lays itself upon my face, I squint as the sunlight burns my eyes. I rub my eyes open to get a clearer view around me. The  memorial service still plaguing my mind like a cancer, I still can't believe this is all real. I can't believe that Michael-

Michael.

Michael and my dream.

The events of last night's dream play over and over in my head. I start to feel myself becoming emotional thinking about it but I shake that away. It all felt so real but then again, dreams will do that to you sometimes. I really don't know what to think besides it must just be my mind messing with me.

I sit up and my eyes widen, chills overtake my entire body with an intense beating heart. Just a few inches away sits Michael's fedora...the same exact fedora from my dream. I wearily pick up the hat and examine it, this couldn't be a coincidence or someone playing a trick on me. I haven't even had enough time to process my dream considering I just woke up less than 5 minutes ago, let alone tell anyone else about it.

This has to be a sign from Michael. I know I should be scared or weary about seeing this but if anything...it brings me peace.

It lets me know that was did happen was real, and Michael is okay. I bring the hat closer to my chest and my fingertips brim the edge of the accessory.

"Until the end of time, my love..." Michael's voice plays in my head, I smile through the few tears that solemnly fall.

"Mom?" A voice snaps me out of my thoughts, I look up to see Prince in the doorway. The sight of my eldest son has me running over to him and squeezing him as tight as I can.

He laughs in confusion at my actions, hugging me back.

"Mom, you're hugging me like you haven't seen me in years...are you okay?" He questions, his eyebrows lowered a little.

I grin lively. "Of course I'm okay. I just love you so much...where's your brother and sisters?"

"Paris and Blanket are making breakfast and Dede's still sleeping."

My smile drops humorously. "They're...making breakfast?"

He nods just as nervous as I am. "I was coming to ask you if you wanted to see how disastrous it probably is."

"Hey, they're trying." I shrug with a grin.

"Blanket, stop eating the batter!" A distant shout is heard from downstairs.

My eyes lock with my eldest son and he wears a smirk. "Oh, this is going to be great."

I laugh, bringing him back into a hug.

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                              July 25th, 2009

Ariana

"Can I do another take on that? I was kind of shaky..." I request from the booth, headphones sat tightly on my ears. Ever since Michael's passing, I've written a bunch of new material.