Dear Angel (Michael Sutthakorn)

Two

Dear Michael,

The first time we met was the best day of my life. I had been counting down the days and it was finally here

I was kind of sad deep inside because I knew that I would remember that day forever and you wouldn't. But you didn't forget, did you?

I got up in the morning and showered and got dressed and made sure I looked presentable enough. I had my money and my bag and was super paranoid about leaving anything behind. But I finally went and met my best friend at the station and got on the train.

I remember chatting excitedly to her about you. I remember loving you so much I thought my heart would burst if I stopped talking about you for a nanosecond. And my friend, only half listening to what I was saying as she sat managing to contain her excitement.

I almost stopped breathing when you finally arrived at HMV and the queue for the signing started moving. I sang along to toyboy and chanted your names with everyone else in the crowd until my throat hurt.

When it finally came to meeting you my Toyboy CDs were beginning to fray at the sides where I'd been gripping them in my sweaty palms. My mouth went dry and I couldn't tell you any of the things I had intended to.

Security were being complete dicks and told us we weren't aloud to stop and have pictures, just get our CDs signed really quickly then go which we were all pretty annoyed about.

I don't know what made me stand out in the crowd because, like I said and like I always say, I'm nothing special.